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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Pulled in where the highway bends
Same old last chance station
Rust on the pump, flies on the sign
Smells like spilled carbonation
Your name on my tongue again
Like coffee gone cold too fast
I still park by the ice machine
Where you kissed me that first August
[Chorus]
I keep waiting at this last chance gas station
Like you might pull in, windows down, radio low
Heart hitchhiking in the heat haze
Knowing you ain't ever coming back down this road
I want you like I'm running on empty
But you filled up and let my hand go
So I just sit here at this last chance gas station
Wanting what I already know I won't hold
[Verse 2]
They changed the brand on the cigarettes
But that crooked clerk's still here
He asks if you're still doing fine
I just nod and crack my beer
You drove off in that borrowed truck
Tailgate rattling, paint flaked thin
Said, "We tried and tried, some tires don't grip"
Then you disappeared around that bend
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I scroll through your old pictures
Parked behind this busted bay [low vocal register]
You look happy in some other town
Like you finally found a straightaway
Me, I'm circling the same four pumps
Counting ghosts and gravel lines
Loving you in every rearview
Like I'm stuck between the ditches and the signs
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 4, 2026
Duration3:52
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Alt-country ballad with brushed drums, lap steel swells, and warm electric guitar. Intimate male vocals sit right up front, verses almost spoken. Chorus blooms with close harmonies and a simple, steady groove; organ pads sneak in on the bridge for a bittersweet lift. Aim for a tired, late-night drive feel—dry vocal, lots of storytelling detail., alternative country, romantic
Credits
Prompt byWorldNeuron708
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A romantic song about wanting to be with someone you used to date but you know they will never come back to you are give you another chance., country, alternative country
