Roswell Gas Station Lyrics

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