This one is about Asbury Park One, two, three, four One, two, three Asbury Park In a sublet, I'm renting I got a new job I'm out painting houses The sun on my neck and some cash in my pocket At least there's fresh air here Rounded me 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 evening Under the glow of 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 evening Under the glow of Paramount Sign I watch the sky turn violent with light On the fourth of July Picked up smoking again 'Cause I like how it makes all the days go that fast Picked up smoking again Because 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 evening Under the glow of Paramount Sign I watch the sky turn violent with light On the fourth of July