Gas Station Rose

Gas Station Rose - Sean Rowe

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 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 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 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 like a molehill from the other side

We are the elders of our minds

We're on our own

We're on our own