When they stole that van

From in front of my house

There was a part of me tied to engine

Maybe I was the engine

Dragging those boys through the desert

Tumbleweeds in my hubcaps

Tambourine shoved in the driveshaft

Good chords locked in the glovebox

Pull it all downstairs

In the red light bar

On the carpeted Stage

The ceiling comes down to my ballcap

Outside the air weighs a hundred pounds

Bridesmaids pour out of the bar doors

Everything black but the concrete

You take the front seat

I'll try to drive

It's hard enough singing

When the hotel chokes on your memories

Maybe let's watch The Sopranos

Maybe let's order Chinese

The laundry machine isn't breathing

I write about Julie

In a little white chair

There's nothing for music

There's styrofoam crushed in the garbage

Someone says let's get a move on

Aw man I'm just gettin my groove on

There's sleeping bags over their shoulders

I thought you were crying

You said you were through

For good, nothing funny

It always goes that way this time

San Francisco in the nighttime

Pacing outside of the grocery store

Saying I can't do this

We went in the woods

It was just me and you

The river was dry

You pulled me down under the water

Funny what makes you feel cared for

Funny how well I remember

What a relief to be grateful

The blood leaks right out of my body

Right out of my body

At the family reunion

Above ground pool

There were uncles all over

Nieces on edges of buildings

Peering down into the party

Barbecue breath on their pink tongues

Lemonade stains on their tank tops

We went away to a coat room

Lay still there under a window

Called out the names of your brothers

The truth is I live to roll over