The Garden's All Nighters-The Number Twelve Looks Like You

The Garden's All Nighters - The Number Twelve Looks Like You 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. 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 in the place where I was born. I'm left without directions or a road to follow