Roswell Gas Station

We headed out for Omaha
Ended up in Kansas City
The drive was pretty bleak

Somewhere outside of Albuquerque
She said "look at the mountains"
I said "I'm busy counting sheep"

I wasn't expecting her to stay with me
But I still can't believe that she's gone
The road is long

We'd been together
Since that one December
When I cut myself on the wrist

When she got bored
She really got bored
It usually led to a road trip

She said "when I was a girl
I knew I was not of this world"

I always expected her to leave me
But not at some Roswell gas station
The road is long

I'm not going back to Buffalo
I'll try out New York City
Find someone pretty like you

First things first get through Omaha
Don't die in Kansas City
The sky's like me pretty blue

I always suspected you weren't happy
So I planned endless vacations
The road is long



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Writer(s): Joseph Dickinson
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