Gas Station

I'm sitting next to the gas station
On the ???? there's a ???? to the station
Tricks to the old dance palace where no one dances anymore
In 1958 rock and roll came here and women lost control I read in old papers they sighed and screamed and twisted like ants and walked around in the underpants

I'm sitting next to the gas station
A red Ford Mustang pulls into the pew
Her jeans are tight she's much younger than I
In 1991 I was here with my friends
There were boys and they knew how to dance

I'm sitting next to the gas station
Watching traffic on the highway going up going down
These days I know the way out of here I keep behind the back door
I think of Paris and its abundance of greens
Our apartment and the life we made there
Honey I don't think this is ever going to feel like home
But where do we belong
Leaning up against each other under an empty sky