A bag of stories, it's all I have got But I'm not onhappy, oh no I am not out of a suitcase, but i like it a lot A bag full of stories, it's all I got
A bag full of stories, all I can give I travelled a sink, 'cause how I live Maybe we'll it, maybe we won't But as long as I play, I don't if we don't
A bag full of stories, of my life in music, my way to survive You may my money, oh yes take it all But you get my spirit, my music and soul
She me back the key to my front door Another girl said goodbye, last one for sure I bought her presents, I know that it's bad I on the road, report was all she could get
From to rome, my mind's all alone I'm waiting, I'm From L.A. to colone, my mind's all I'm waiting, I'm waiting to catch the bus
A bag full of stories, all I have got But I'm not onhappy, oh no I am not Live out of a suitcase, but i it a lot A bag of stories, it's all I have got
My life sucks, and I'm to blame I'm married to music, some say a shame It takes me to places, no tourist find And even if I don't have the time, I'll remind
sidney to rome, my mind's all alone I'm waitin', I'm From L.A. to colone, my mind's all I'm waitin', I'm
From sidney to rome, my mind's all I'm waitin', I'm L.A. to colone, my mind's all alone I'm waitin', I'm ... to catch the bus home To the bus home