The sun on my back
The wind in my hair
Some people may say that Im poor
My life i wont trade
For their masquerade
To me its their life thats a bore

A suit for a backpack
High heels for boots
City lights for the stars in the night
Skyscrapers for trees
Dirt on my knees
Nothing but mountains in sight

No hustle or bustle
Just me and the land
A knife and a poles all i need
Just give me this life
No worries no strife
Free from the rat race and greed