He found himself waiting again
Out at the crossroads, out on the lam
This time not running, this time by right
A road-side hitcher waits for headlights
"The blues, the blues
The blues won't bring me down"
That pick-up truck stopped
"Where you headed, kid?"
"Back to the boardwalk coast to fix the wrong I did"
That old man would bring him just as far as he could
His hellhound sniffing out for a trace of any good
The hope, the hope
The hope he's chasing
The blues, the blues
The blues he carried are dead and buried
In Carrying Weight the younger brother flees across these same crossroads in a panic, trying to get far from his shame. Now he returns triumphantly, not running, but moving forward to face his fears and fix his wrongs.