There's a girl named Pearl
pumping premium off the Jersey Pike
With a smile like Dottie Hepburn
if you know how to act right
There's last chance seekers
with out -of -state plates
Looking for a little piece of heaven
there around old Pearly's gates
And light lines split the morning
and made the sky vibrate.
Now the dark dawn withered
as we glanced towards the
There was a new sun rising,
but to some just a familiar wonder.
And then the clouds exploded,
with their used Pontiacs.
there were too many stacks,
were the ones left with Cadillacs.
Now telephone poles spilt, split,
World trade centers collided
were likewise bound to fall
No long -standing landmark
was even half -recognizable at all
Yet the old house still stands,
but now it's shifted to a tilt
You can still see the water line
from when the river spilled
Over the banks and into the valley,
down through town and right up my alley
It could have been the end,
or just time to clean it up again.
Well, when shorelines change,
will beaches still resist
Will preachers still persist,
Even when the mountains derange,
I want to find you to see
That you're still around,
steadfast and relatively free
