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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 hitchersSinging' 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 hitchersSinging 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. From Letras Mania