The Number 12 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. 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

Channel: YouTube Video Length: 5m 24s Date Found: Mon, Jun 06 2011 9:54 AM Category: Music Date Produced: Mon, Jun 06 2011 9:35 AM View Count: 0