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
The Garden State

We danced and split
Exit 117, driving east
The Garden State

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