Intro (Petrol pump beep. Automatic door opens.) "Welcome." Pause. "Probably." --- Verse 1 Pulled in at 2 AM, Tank nearly running dry. The moon was doing overtime, Hanging in the sky. A man beside the coffee machine Was wearing a suit and tie. Said he worked here every Thursday. Nobody asked him why. --- Chorus The last petrol station before Wales, Where everybody stops too long. Buying things they don't need And singing half the wrong songs. The last petrol station before Wales, Fluorescent paradise. Ten pounds of fuel, A chocolate bar, And terrible advice. --- Verse 2 There was a woman by the lottery stand Collecting empty pens. She said, "Every missing object Eventually comes back again." A teenager bought a newspaper From three weeks before. The cashier didn't mention It was already read before. --- Pre-Chorus The coffee tasted nervous. The sandwiches looked afraid. The exit sign was blinking Like it wanted to be saved. --- Chorus The last petrol station before Wales, Nobody knows where they are. Every stranger has a story And every story has a car. The last petrol station before Wales, Where the night refuses to end. You arrive as a customer, You leave as someone's friend. --- Instrumental Break (Fast bass riff. Guitar scratches. Handclaps. Distant petrol pump noises become percussion.) --- Bridge The man in the suit asked: "Are you nearly there?" I said: "I think so." He said: "Everyone says that." --- Verse 3 We filled the tank completely, Bought a map we didn't need. The cashier gave us directions Written on a packet of sweets. The road kept getting smaller, The signs kept getting strange. But somehow every wrong turn Still pointed us the same. --- Final Chorus The last petrol station before Wales, Still glowing in the night. A little island of strangers Under artificial light. The last petrol station before Wales, Where nobody stays too long. We drove away at sunrise With the petrol station song. --- Outro (Engine starts. Guitar fades.) The sign behind us said: "Last chance." We weren't sure For what.
