I was maybe eight or nine And that made Katie maybe nine or maybe ten And we weren't far when we stopped From our mom's in a parking lot, a fill station And arguing as sisters tend to do, to do, to do And it's you, it's you, it's you, you paid for gas in cash inside And from his window, the attendant Watched you charging at the car Rip it open, come down hard And your force was more fit for a peer of yours All I hear, I can hear my sister insisting "Open up and get it over," look across A woman frozen watching as she pumps her gas And our eyes met And I hit the lock when our eyes met When our eyes met And now I drive by, it's an empty lot It's been like that for a while, all fenced in with "for sale" signs I don't feel small, I don't wince, I'm not ashamed I feel big, I push back, only time I did that I was a maker of things And you were alone in your rage When I hit the lock and our eyes met And I hit the lock when our eyes met And I felt it stop when our eyes met When our eyes met, when our eyes met