Words are catching up with you The night it brings the solitude That you had always hoped for A room without a door Most of us are crazy To some it is a game But we all need a place to go A drive that takes The heart on a lonesome road Where the night feels so still and slow At the Texaco At the Texaco At the Texaco Most of us are living in A photo of indifference And we all like to show it off To cover up the friends we've lost I'm dying to remember you Crossed the road And sold my car again So take me to the heart and the soul Of a stranger Where the dark becomes light And turns back again At the Texaco At the Texaco At the Texaco I'm staring at the shelf inside And the neon signs are telling me to go So watch me make a stand on a rolling stone Watch the cars as they start to roll At the Texaco At the Texaco At the Texaco At the Texaco