The Number Twelve Looks Like You – The Garden's All Nighters 0

Nowhere like a diner to get to truly know someone
like a library up 17 or a spin around in the center of town.
the smell of saltwater, I left my pocket change at the Molly Pitcher.

A sound we can live with, no sound.
A smell we can live with, no smell
A home we can live with, no home.

but the morning sky is not too far behind.
I'm lit up like the night sky - I told you to trust this place.

The night jug handles as I'm swept through northern lights.
Quick Chek coffee is cooling down,
we're sweeping along the shoreline.
On some journey I cannot repeat,
Matilda will meet us at Martell's.
Barefoot in the sand,
hanging on the boardwalk for dear life.

the smells, the sounds.
Long way from home, I can't go on.
The garden state.

I'll always bounce back down these roads
Nothin' like home.

We danced and split, exit 117 driving east.

I'll never turn around on the place where I was born.
I'm left without directions or a road to follow.