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I packed up my life in an old knapsack
Made up my mind I'm not going back
You and me and the open road
And wherever we decide to go
The moon and the stars will be our guide
We've got the whole wide world and nuthin' to hide
If it's on your mind you've gotta let it slide
We're goin' where the wind blows
Turn up the radio
We might just figure this out as we go
No time for takin' it slow
So turn up the radio
Maybe someday we'll be ready for this
A white picket fence and a couple of kids
I know what I'm not and I know what this is
And I'm not doin' it yet
Turn up the radio
We might just figure this out as we go
No time for takin' it slow
So turn up the radio
We've got no time for sorrow
We'll drop a line tomorrow
When they figure out we're on our way