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[Verse 1] My backpack smells of rain and the bus terminal, it carries maps folded from so much waiting, bus tickets with uneven ink, and crumpled bills that refuse to rest. [Pre-Chorus] In the small pocket, tucked away, the address you gave me yesterday, with a coin and a piece of paper, It's enough for me to believe again. [Chorus] Backpack, don't ask … where I'm going, if the road falls apart, I'll mend it today,….. among old tickets and money without a plan, I carry everything I could salvage…… , if the night wats to weigh me down, your back knows the way I walk, with crumpled bills and one last train,,,,,,, I'm searching for the plac where I'll see you again…….. [Verse 2] At the corner store, I bought bread, with two lukewarm coins and a gray receipt, the lady said: "Son, you'll get there," and gave me a napkin to write to you. [Pre-Chorus] I wrote down that I won't learn to lose, that I still have a long way to go and coffee to drink, that the buses leave without knowing How much does it cost to start over? [Chorus] Backpack, don't ask where I'm going, if the road falls apart, I'll mend it today, among old tickets and money without a plan, I carry everything I could salvage. Backpack, if the night wants to weigh me down, your back knows the way I walk, with crumpled bills and one last train, I'm searching for the place where I'll see you again. [Bridge] When dawn breaks behind the hill, I'll count my coins on the tablecloth, if it's not enough for the whole world, it's enough to get me closer to your skin. [Final Chorus] Backpack, don't ask where I'm going anymore, I carry my fear folded, but my voice is firm, among old tickets and money without a plan, I carry a name I won't let go of. Backpack, when the bus stops again, if I find you at the door, don't let me in, with crumpled bills and a heavy heart, everything I lost brought me to you. [Finished] Bus tickets, worthless paper, a tired backpack and your address.