A bag full of stories, it's all I got But I'm not onhappy, oh no I am not out of a suitcase, but i like it a lot A bag of stories, it's all I have got
A bag full of stories, it's all I can I travelled a sink, 'cause how I live Maybe we'll make it, maybe we But as long as I play, I don't care if we
A bag full of stories, tears of my in music, my way to survive You may take my money, oh yes it all But you can't get my spirit, my and soul
She me back the key to my front door Another girl goodbye, never last one for sure I never bought her presents, I know it's bad I fought on the road, report was all she get
From sidney to rome, my all alone I'm waiting, I'm L.A. to colone, my mind's all alone I'm waiting, I'm waiting to the bus home
A bag full of stories, it's all I 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, all I have got
My social sucks, and I'm to blame I'm married to music, some say that's a It takes me to places, no will find And even if I don't the time, I'll forever remind
From sidney to rome, my all alone I'm waitin', I'm L.A. to colone, my mind's all alone I'm waitin', I'm
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 ... to catch the bus home To the bus home