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, all I have got
A bag full of stories, it's all I can I travelled a sink, 'cause that's how I 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 Inprisomned in music, my way to 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 said goodbye, last one for sure I never bought her presents, I know that bad I fought on the road, 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 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, all I have got
My social life sucks, and I'm to I'm married to music, some say a shame It takes me to places, no tourist will And if I don't have 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 From L.A. to colone, my all alone I'm waitin', I'm ... to catch the bus home To catch the bus