Nowhere like a diner to get to truly know someone.nLike a library up 17 or a spin around the center of town.nThe smell of saltwater. I left my pocket change at the Molly Pitcher.nnA sound we can live with, no sound.nA smell we can live with, no smell.nA home we can live with, no home.nnBut the morning sun is not too far behind.nI'm lit up like the night sky- I told you I trust this place.nnThe night jug handles as I'm swept through northern lights.nQuick Chek coffee is cooling down.nWe're sweeping along the shoreline,nOn some journey I cannot repeat.nMatilda will meet us at Martell'snBarefoot in the sand,nHanging on the boardwalk for dear life.nnThe smells, the soundsnLong way from home, I can't go on.nThe garden statennI'll always bounce back down these roadsnnNothin' like homennWe danced and split. Exit 117 driving east.nnI'll never turn around in the place where I was born.nI'm left without directions or a road to follow