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