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