Sherry

She's got one of those smiles As sweet as kerosene And as sad as all the miles It burns up in between And she'll be there for when the tank gets empty Won't you Sherry was her name And she's a lot like me She's worked here from the age Of barely seventeen And I often wonder if she'll go back to school Or if this is all she'll do The petrol station is small The town is even smaller And all the folks that call Only ever call here To fill their tanks and move on down the road They say if you hear something enough That you might start to believe Well I knew my Sherry was tough But the travellers like thieves Made her think this town was only ageing And she went away without saying Sherry, I hope I cross your path Sherry, I hope I cross your path Sherry, I hope I cross your path Sherry, I hope I cross your path