With my suitcase packed and my shoes worn thin,

I’m leaving this town where I’ve always been.

Hookie Tokkie, step to the beat,

Every mile traveled feels bittersweet.

The sun sets low, painting skies with gold,

Each step I take, a rhythm so true.

The road may twist and the night may fall,

But I’ll keep moving through it all.

Hookie Tokkie, the journey’s mine,

Every mile traveled, I’ll be fine.