I got my big blue backpack
And I got my black jeans
I'm heading out on the highway, you know what means
I'm getting out
Out of this town
Following my heart, building my dreams
No matter how far gone they seem
Oh oh I know
My big blue bag pack
And your hands in my pants
Will guide me
Through my memories
Amla Pisharody
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leaving-113/
