Out in the desert in the last light of day
We searched for the footprints of Bobby Beausoleil
And there in the desert past the L.A. county line
Bobby buried the canister in the middle of the night

I'm not alright
I'm not alright
I'm really not up for the fight

Slow it down
Slow it down, down, down
Slow it down
Slow it down, down, down

The gears grind on as the van accelerates
Some things buried deep need to stay that way

I'm not alright
I'm not alright
I'm really not up for the fight

Slow it down
Slow it down, down, down
Slow it down
Slow it down, down, down
Slow it down
Slow it down, down, down
Slow it down