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
A bag of stories, it's all I can give I a sink, 'cause that's how I live Maybe make it, maybe we won't But as long as I play, I don't care if we
A bag of stories, tears of my life 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 give me back the key to my front Another girl said goodbye, never last one for I never bought her presents, I know it's bad I fought on the road, report was all she get
From to rome, my mind's all alone I'm waiting, I'm From L.A. to colone, my mind's all 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 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 takes me to places, no will find And even if I don't have the time, I'll remind
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
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 ... to catch the bus home To the bus home