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, all I have got
A bag full of stories, it's all I can 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 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 that it's 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 Live out of a suitcase, but i it a lot A bag of stories, it's all I have got
My life sucks, and I'm to blame I'm married to music, some say that's a It takes me to places, no tourist will And even if I don't have the time, I'll remind
sidney to rome, my mind's all alone I'm waitin', I'm From L.A. to colone, my mind's all I'm waitin', I'm
From sidney to rome, my mind's all I'm waitin', I'm From L.A. to colone, my mind's all I'm waitin', I'm waitin' ... to the bus home To the bus home