Turn Up The Radio

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 nothin' 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.

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