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Album: One Man Service Station
Weathered hand across the glass, polished clean but not too fast
Tank is full and the tires too he quietly asks can I check your oil for you
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Here for years by the side of highway 10
Where the road spills from the mountains west of the rivers bend
No need for speed in this small town
At this one man service station where time itself slows down
I pulled in half past eight the sun was down and it was getting late
The sign said closed but the light was still on a voice inside said, "May I help you son?"
He cracked that door and he opened a smile he knew I had been traveling a long while
His face was worn like the road that I was on and that wooden chair that he sat upon
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His room was as simple as the very first day
And over forty years ago not much at the station had changed
"But things move on," he said to me ," and the older you get the more you see
That progress moves even faster than time."
With the new interstate he thinks he's been left behind
He said, "this used to be a small town with really big dreams and plenty of time - Now we ain't got enough time to get what we think we need without feeling left behind."
He pointed to the window to the sign reading sold
And as we walked to my car I knew all I needed to know
I watched his tired eyes and his hands move with grace
I knew I would never forget this place
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