The Garden's All Nighters

nowhere like a diner to get to [bad word] 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.

sound we can live with, no sound.
smell we can live with, no smell
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 [bad word] 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.