everyones had their icebergs slowly melt away nursing bottles of vodka just to swallow the wake well thank god for the asphalt with its yellow lines clear the driving gets dark sometimes but the headlights are always sincere oh gasoline i need gasoline stuck on the side of the road gasoline i need gasoline to burn my way back home back home its hard to feel the raindrops a swimmin under the sea searching hands are reaching out while the surface well it flirts with our feet oh gasoline i need gasoline stuck on the side of the road gasoline i need gasoline to burn my way back home im rhyming the reasons and pickin up pieces now im walking in weakness oh im breakin down im breakin down im rhyming the reasons and pickin up pieces now im walking in weakness oh im breakin down im breakin down oh gasoline i need gasoline stuck on the side of the road gasoline i need gasoline to burn my way oh to burn my way oh to burn my way back home