Life in a 70 Litre

Hey there miss,

Would you mind if I had a cigarette?

Just been down on my luck,

And I’ll need a lighter too.

Well let me tell you my story,

Of how I traveled far.

Well let me tell you my story,

Of how I became a star.

I’ve lost my family and they’re far gone,

Far away across the pond,

I’ve got no home and few possessions,

‘Cause this is my life in a 70 litre

And now we’re sittin’ close,

Comfortable in the presence of nomads,

At home with fellow drifters,

Sharing each other’s prose.

And we watch the smoke of my cigarette,

Float above new skylines to our virgin eyes,

And we drink too much wine,

Just ‘cause it’s our life in a 70 litre

We’ll sing songs into the night,

Dance with the fire just like you dreamed,

We’ll tell each other secrets,

‘cause we’ll never see each other again.

And I promise you this,

That when your memory of this moment

Is faded to dust,

I’ll still remember the touch of your lips

I’ll still remember how you smiled at me

I’ll still remember the way you moved

against me in your sleep

And I’ll still remember how we walked away the next day.

We’ve got friends all around the world,

Some who we’ll never see again,

It’s been a pleasure but now it’s a pain,

It’s a beautiful tragedy, this life in a 70 litre