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 full of stories, it's all I got
A bag of stories, it's 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, 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 give me back the key to my door Another girl goodbye, never last one for sure I never her presents, I know that it's bad I on the road, report was all she could 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 to catch the bus home
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 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 me to places, no tourist will find And even if I don't have the time, forever remind
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 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 waitin' ... to the bus home To the bus home