Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Backpack , by - 6'10. Song from the album The Humble Beginnings of a Rovin' Soul, in the genre ПанкRelease date: 08.12.2014
Record label: Ollie Mob Worldwide
Song language: English
Backpack |
| We built our home of glass next to a gravel road |
| Just to prize the strength we were made of |
| Our past a different time we told, only till it came between us |
| Feel the rumble, the crumble, the crash of dreams |
| Man I hope the grass is greener |
| Man this life is just not what it seems, |
| But for grace these times could be meaner |
| I found the peace of the roving soul |
| I have found the peace of the roving soul |
| We walk alone! |
| Past all these cultures of pain |
| Finding home! |
| And a backpack’s calling my name |
| And a backpack’s calling our name |
| No freedom found in the mistakes that others have made |
| But by grace I remember the price was paid |
| Forgiveness marks the start of this long long road |
| A daily fight of a creature with no legs of its own. |
| This experience has painted, painted a picture for me |
| Kill my pride so that my blinded eyes can see |
| I’m not defined by the actions of another man’s fear |
| Only known by the heart of the son right here. |
| I found the peace of the roving soul |
| I have found the peace of the roving soul |
| We walk alone! |
| Past all these cultures of pain |
| Finding home! |
| And a backpack’s calling my name |
| We walk alone! |
| Past all these cultures of pain |
| Finding home! |
| And a backpack’s calling my name |
| And a backpack’s calling our name |