I'm thinking it's pretty clear
Pretty soon I'll be outta here
Going to buy a white van, with plastic rims
Then magically disappear

Blacken all the windows out
Leaving behind no doubt
That this creepy van with mysterious man
Wants nor needs no one around

From now on it's going to be
Me, just little ole me
My mess of a past you'll have to guess
As it'll be history

Moving from state to state
Only stopping long enough for luncheon plates
Buying up milk cartons along the way
So they'll not recognize my face

No one will know who I am
If mum's the word and nothing is said
Just another disillusioned man
That has taken life on the lam

That is why first chance I can
I'm going out and buying a van
Fill it with gas, the few possessions I have
Where you'll never see hide nor hair of me again