The Pennsylvania Turnpike

Maybe we were born unwanted, or we were put here by mistake
Maybe we're the modern-day Jobs and this is all a test of faith
Maybe our prayers are being answered, but they were all misunderstood
Or maybe, baby, we were just born with the wrong blood

But the Pennsylvania Turnpike is gonna baptize us my dear
It rolls three hundred miles, gets us three hundred miles from here
We've been crying, crying, crying, but that's coming to an end
Because the life they we were meant for lies just around the bend

Maybe we missed our calling or maybe we just got lost
But when we hit that turnpike, baby, it'll all be in the past

Let's beat the sun to Valley Forge and roll westward by its light
It'll pass us in the mountains, we'll chase it down into the night
Maybe there's some sacrifice, maybe some enormous cost
But maybe, baby, in the end we'll get back twice what we lost

Yes the Pennsylvania Turnpike is our savior now my dear
It only rolls one way tonight and that's directly out of here
We've been dying, dying, dying, but that's turning now my friend
'Cause on the far side of that toll booth we're being born again

Maybe we were meant for suicide or destined to be crucified
But we can write a different storyline if we dare to take that ride