[Verse 1]
The town woke up with Joe on the news
Said he bent the rules just a little too loose
He taught the pigeons how to read the signs
Now they’re circling courthouse in geometric lines
The sheriff says “quiet, don’t make a sound”
But the sidewalks are humming like they’re spinning around
And somewhere in the distance, sirens start to fade
Like they got distracted by a lemonade parade
[Pre-Chorus]
So the band gathers up in a rush and a spin
Says “if we don’t move now, we’re all getting in”
[Chorus]
Get Joe outta town in a psychedelic van
Tie-dye on the ceiling, no map, no plan
Tambourine thunder in a runaway sound
We’ve gotta, gotta, gotta get Joe outta town
Get Joe outta town where the borders bend
Where the roads forget where they start and end
Painted wheels humming like a merry-go-round
We’ve gotta, gotta, gotta get Joe outta town
[Verse 2]
Micky’s got a sandwich that talks in rhyme
Peter’s tuning chaos into 3/4 time
Davy’s selling tickets to a nowhere show
Mike just says “start the engine, let it go”
Joe climbs in laughing with a crown of tin
Says “I didn’t break it, I just let it spin”
The ignition coughs like it knows the score
And the dashboard starts glowing like a candy store
[Pre-Chorus]
And the rearview mirror says “you’re already gone”
But the road keeps singing a different song
[Chorus]
Get Joe outta town in a psychedelic van
Clouds doing cartwheels across the land
Moonlight bouncing off a chrome brass band
We’ve gotta, gotta, gotta get Joe outta town
Get Joe outta town where the rules unwind
Where the future’s folding up behind
Every mile turning into shifting sand
We’ve gotta, gotta, gotta get Joe outta town
[Bridge (psychedelic drift)]
Nebraska turns violet, Kansas turns green
Someone swears they just saw a time machine
Joe says “don’t worry, it’s all just a test”
Then the horizon leans over to rest
The van grows wings made of painted glass
The past and the future politely pass
And the road says nothing, just hums along
Like it learned the words to a brand new song
[Final Chorus (bigger, faster)]
Get Joe outta town in a psychedelic van
Where the sky is a drum and the stars are a band
Every direction is a shifting command
We’ve gotta, gotta, gotta get Joe outta town
Get Joe outta town, let the world unwind
Leave the ordinary far behind
And if anyone asks where we stand
Just say: “We’re getting Joe outta town.”
ElCeviche
