Kelly said the van was streaked with broken sides of you
Tapes and magazines
All your goodness beaming through
Sorting through your suitcase by the highway in the sun
Somewhere in Louisiana
When you really need to run
Your legs will bend and buckle
There is nowhere to go
So you walk sideways
Two sad young men one February
Digging through a wreck
Cleaning out the tour van
Check and double check
Nothing left inside now
Nothing left to do
Empty out the empties
Half this stuff belongs to you
When you load out something heavy
You've gotta watch your back
So you walk sideways
Sideways
Sideways