GET JOE OUTTA TOWN IN A PSYCHEDELIC VAN

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

So the band gathers up in a rush and a spin

Says “if we don’t move now, we’re all getting in”

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

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

And the rearview mirror says “you’re already gone”

But the road keeps singing a different song

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

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

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.”