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Roger Patterson Van
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 Louisana where 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 bed (?) 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 throw down something heavy, you’ve gotta watch your back
So you walk sideways