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 on something heavy, you've gotta watch your back
So you walk sideways
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 on something heavy, you've gotta watch your back
So you walk sideways