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