He had been there since morning
It was by now early evening
He wanted to see so he had checked
How many gallons had been pumped today
The station was on the way
From one city to the next
His prices were good
And when driving on the isolated road
No one knew when they'd be able to get gas
They'd stop for fuel, perhaps some cigarettes
He didn't have a diner counter
He couldn't cook
His wife had left
Long ago
