Stuff I'm Gonna Do

Packing my bags I'm heading out somewhere Something tells me I was better off here I don't want to forget about you But something tells me that you would do that for me Forget about that I'm way more concerned If I can even make it past the first road sign Without my vision getting blurry My hand shield wipers are in a hurry I must press F to pay respects Am I gonna be known as dead? A sequel to Cast Away? Do I even have enough $ to pay? I don't even own a real guitar With my four strings I'll make it far with my four strings I'll make it far