This tattered old pack is my lifeline, it's true
With secrets and stories, both old and new
It holds all the weight of me thinking of you
Wherever I wander, my pack's coming too
Old zippers that creak, and full pockets that sigh
Full of memories of nights under star-painted skies
It carries the echoes of whispered goodbyes
Please bury me with it on the day that I die
Oh my backpack is my shelter as I travel and roam
My secret and solace in places unknown
A threadbare companion, where I've made my home
No matter how dark it gets, I am never alone
Deep within the pockets, there's a map of the stars
And a shitty old drawing depicting my scars
I'd carry my pack through the deserts on Mars
And it always rides shotgun in my old Datsun car
Oh my backpack is my shelter as I travel and roam
My secret and solace in places unknown
A threadbare companion, where I've made my home
No matter how dark it gets, I am never alone
As I take on the paths that twist and unwind
With this pack on my back, I always feel fine
As long as it holds me, I'll follow the road
The strength of its stitches, as it bears forth my load
Oh my backpack is my shelter as I travel and roam
My secret and solace in places unknown
A threadbare companion, where I've made my home
No matter how dark it gets, I am never alone
One more time!
Yeah, my backpack is my shelter as I travel and roam
My secret and solace in places unknown
A threadbare companion, where I've made my home
No matter how dark it gets, I am never alone