
Date of issue: 06.04.2017
Song language: English
Gas Station Rose |
Well we can’t have a garden while we’re still on the road |
There’s only room on the dash for a gas station rose |
You know that when I shut up I got something to say |
I was looking at you, you were looking away |
At least we dodged the New York winter… |
Well maybe the mountain in our eyes |
Looks more like a molehill from the other side |
We are the elders of our minds |
We’re on our own |
We’re on our own |
Another year gone by like the signs on the street |
Highway seventy-five, Nebraska flat as a sheet |
Living out of the trunk, we bounce around like a dream |
Another major drawback, another sweet in between |
At least we’re both confused together… |
But maybe the mountain in our eyes |
Looks more like a molehill from the other side |
We are the elders of our minds |
We’re on our own |
We’re on our own |
Maybe the mountain in our eyes |
Looks more like a molehill from the other side |
We are the elders of our minds |
We’re on our own |
And maybe the mountain in our eyes |
Looks more like a molehill from the other side |
We are the elders of our minds |
We’re on our own |
We’re on our own |