Gas Station Rose Songtext
von 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 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 75, 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