Pulled off the interstate just past mile nine Rust on the pumps and a flickering sign Evening was quiet, the desert gone gold A place that looked tired, a story half told There you were sitting in a folding chair Dust in the air and wind in your hair You smiled like you’d been here all afternoon Watching the highway and humming a tune Gas station sunsets, fading light Two strangers talking through the quiet night Nothing we needed, nothing to prove Just passing the time with a better view Gas station sunsets, soft and slow Cars passing by where we won’t go Sometimes a moment is all that it means Two open hearts in the in-between We talked about roads and places we’ve been Small little towns and starting again The radio humming somewhere inside Old country drifting out into the night You said this station had seen better days Still it was good in a quiet way A place where the highway loosens its hold And people remember the stories they told Gas station sunsets, fading light Two strangers talking through the quiet night Nothing we needed, nothing to prove Just passing the time with a better view Gas station sunsets, soft and slow Cars passing by where we won’t go Sometimes a moment is all that it means Two open hearts in the in-between No big plans and no grand design Just two souls crossing a line in time The sky went purple, the day turned thin And something simple settled in You waved goodbye as the headlights came The road kept calling out my name But somewhere out there the evening still stays In quiet hearts and dusty places Gas station sunsets fade away
