Every little street contains a tune To define you for a time then forget soon The rodeo in Brantford takes me back I never should have left for the race track Now all my personal records are in their sleeves I deactivated who I thought was me And with my special heavy memory bags I walked a ways away with heavy legs Have a heart but don't fall apart It's cool that Jesus nailed his art But now everybody wants to be a someone That ain't you and that ain't me We're more than what we could have been Move Along Cuz there's nothing left to see here The son was shining at the stars With a light that shone all thoughtful brash bizarre I looked both ways then walked backwards again And bumped into my least popular friend He told me what she told us from the start The loneliest of hunters is the heart And in your endless quest to keep it real The only real thing is how you feel Have a heart but don't fall apart You'll land inside a shopping cart Everybody wants to be a someone That ain't you and that ain't me We're more than what we could have been Move along Cuz there's nothing left to see here