Frida Hyvönen - Gas station lyrics

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