Sean Rowe - Gas Station Rose lyrics

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 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 seventy-five, 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 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 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 like a molehill from the other side We are the elders of our minds We're on our own We're on our own