Lead Paint & Salt Air

One, two, three
 One, two, three
 Down in Asbury Park
 In a sublet, I'm renting
 I got a new job
 Where I'm out painting houses
 The sun on my neck and some cash in my pocket
 At least there's fresh air here
 I watch families stroll by with their kids on vacation
 Scrape decades of lead paint and salt air off porches
 Alone with my thoughts
 And a breeze off the ocean
 And I smile for the first time this year
 I walk alone
 In the mist of the evening
 Under the glow of The Paramount sign
 I watch the sky turn violent with light
 On the fourth of July
 I've been spending my nights in a dive off the boardwalk
 A sad open mic
 I've been playing these damn songs
 They yell out for Springsteen, or Dylan, or Mitchell
 But these, these are all that I've got
 I walk alone
 In the mist of the evening
 Under the glow of The Paramount sign
 I watch the sky turn violent with light
 On the fourth of July
 I've picked up smoking again
 'Cause I like how it makes all the days go by fast
 Picked up smoking again
 'Cause somethings going to kill me some day
 So why not that?
 I'm smoking again
 'Cause I like it
 Why can't I just like it?
 I'm smoking again
 I walk alone
 In the mist of the evening
 Under the glow of The Paramount sign
 I watch the sky turn violent with light
 On the fourth of July