I'm packing my shit and leaving town for a while:
Trying to find a savior in a stranger's smile.
Or I might catch the night train;
Hear that whistle blowing to take me away.

We were city slickers,
Now we're tramps and hitchers
Singing' sidewalk songs.
So, if you pick up the tune man:
Try and sing along.

My sign says, "Destination: Everywhere."
Broken compass, no map, and I don't fucking care.
Guitars, high fives and a friendly face,
Are how I escape this rat race.

We were city slickers,
Now we're tramps and hitchers
Singing sidewalk songs.
So, if you pick up the tune man:
Try and sing along.

Fuck nice cars and petty cash.
I won't give a damn when the markets crash.
Let the buildings crumble; let's live in the trees.
Don't need to raise a flag to claim we're free.


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