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.