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
A bag of stories, it's all I can give I travelled a sink, 'cause that's how I we'll make 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 can't get my spirit, my and soul
She give me the key to my front door Another said goodbye, never last one for sure I never bought her presents, I know it's bad I fought on the road, was all she could get
From to rome, my mind's 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, 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 of stories, it's all I have got
My social sucks, and I'm to blame I'm married to music, some say a shame It me to places, no tourist will find And even if I don't have the time, I'll forever
From sidney to rome, my all alone I'm waitin', I'm From L.A. to colone, my all alone I'm waitin', I'm
From to rome, my mind's all alone I'm waitin', I'm From L.A. to colone, my all alone I'm waitin', I'm waitin' ... to the bus home To the bus home