Born to Run: Good-bye New York, hello Ohio.

…chrome-wheeled, fuel-injected, stepping out over the line, whoa
baby this town rips the bones from your back, it’s a death trap, it’s a suicide rap, we gotta get out while we’re young,
because tramps like us, baby we were born to run!

Bruce Springsteen, a.k.a The Boss

P.S. We're not running from New York, we're running from Jersey.