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, we danced Danced and split Exit 117 driving east The garden state The garden state We danced, we danced, danced 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