The Number Twelve Looks Like You
The Garden’s All Nighters
Nowhere like a diner to get to truly know someone
Like a library up 17 or a spin around 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 sun is not too far behind
I'm lit up like the night sky, I told you I trust this place
The night jug handles
As I'm swept through northern lights
QuickChek 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
Nothing like home
The garden state
We danced, we danced and split, and split
Exit 117, driving east
The garden state
The garden state
We danced, we danced and split, and split (The garden state)
Exit 117 (The garden state)
I'll never turn around
In the place where I was born
I'll never turn around
In the place where I was born
I'm left without directions
Or a road to follow