The little boy play his song
I couldn't help but sing along
With the picking and the grinning and the chance to be candid
Well I couldn't help but sing along
I couldn't wait to leave my home
All I wanted was to roam
Put some past in my mirror, point my tires down south
I couldn't wait to leave my home
And if I have let you down
I hope you find it in your hearts to still come around
Cos we need to understand
The world it spins and gives and takes and doesn't give a damn
I headed out on a run
After that little boy's song was sung
I put my guitar on my back with a shoulder-strap
And I headed out on a run