He woke up on a Sunday morning
It was the second one in July
He washed his face and he put on a clean shirt
Said his mum and dad goodbye
And took one last look
At the pictures they took
When he was seventeen

He walked the streets where he used to hang on
Waved his hand at the girl next door
So many times he caught himself staring
At the window on the second floor
Now the time was right
To leave it all behind

He was finally out on his own
Travelling by radio
Airwaves to ride
Across the highway to the other side

He raised his thumb at the cars that passed by
Hoping that he could catch a ride
It didn’t matter where the drivers took him
As long as home was not on the signs
Moving out of sight
No need to rewind

He was glad to be out on his own
Travelling by radio
Airwaves to ride
Across the highway to the other side

Out on his own
Travelling by radio
Airwaves to ride
Across the highway to the other side

He woke up on a Sunday morning
It was the second one in July
He washed his face and he put on a clean shirt
Said his mum and dad goodbye

Out on his own
Travelling by radio
Airwaves to ride
Across the highway to the other side

Out on his own
Travelling by radio
Airwaves to ride
Across the highway to the other side

Out on his own
Travelling by radio
Airwaves to ride
Across the highway to the other side