Almost forgotten and uneasy to trace is the station tucked on the other side
Old tyres piled up to the top outside they tell stories of faraway journeys
A shallow trough with trash and spill of oil on the side
One of the attendants sits on a chair drifting in his deep reverie

What more is left of this old dusty town? He ponders in silence
The more cars drive in and out, the more draining it feels for the city
Everyone seemingly caught up in their small world
What will be of the world with the consistent fuel price hikes like this?

The fuel station downtown harbors the town secrets
Another case with the towed mayor’s track remains unsolved
The robbery last month at the fuel station downtown remains a deep mystery
Will the town ever wake up to safety and tranquility one day?

One of the employees simply quit her job at the fuel station last month
She had had it with the rumors and decided to walk away
It’s more than meets the eye at the fuel station downtown
Even though it’s the silent lifeline of the town, the station shouldn’t stay open this late.