Pack up your troubles in a worn-out sack
Hit the road, don't look back
Leave those worries far behind
We're born to run on empty, my friend
In the mountains, we find our peace
No burdens left to bear, no worries to cease
The wind whispers tales of freedom and grace
Born to run on empty, no weights to chase
Oh, we're born to run on empty
With the wind in our hair, wild and free
Leave the world behind, find our sanctuary
Born to run on empty, in this folk anthem plea