At the Texaco

The night it brings the solitude
That you had always hoped for
A room without a door
Most of us are crazy
To some it is a game
But we all need a place to go
A drive that takes
The heart on a lonesome road
Where the night feels so still and slow
At the Texaco
At the Texaco
At the Texaco
Most of us are living in
A photo of indifference
And we all like to show it off
To cover up the friends we’ve lost
I’m dying to remember you
Crossed the road
And sold my car again
So take me to the heart and the soul
Of a stranger
Where the dark becomes light
And turns back again
At the Texaco
At the Texaco
At the Texaco
I’m staring at the shelf inside
And the neon signs are telling me to go
So watch me make a stand on a rolling stone
Watch the cars as they start to roll
At the Texaco
At the Texaco
At the Texaco
At the Texaco