Joseph T. Stanley - gas station blues Lyrics

Handful of dirt, throw it in the sky
Clap your hands, use them to tighten your tie
Point yourself out, leave behind all doubt
Call Hanna on the phone, do you wanna hangout?

387 miles to Salt Lake City
Acquire a knife and stab accountability
We have no money and we have no allies
Just look at the glowing radio and get hypnotized

And I love getting lost on a 65 mph highway
With you by my side on a floral Friday

Gas station blues, your nose is in my eye
The climate forces us to make our own fireflies
Neck against the swings, we're speaking of the perks
Of the hard work we've done to never become a jerk

And I love getting lost on a 65 mph highway
With you by my side on a floral Friday