A bag full of stories It's all I have got But I'm not unhappy oh no I'm not I live out of a suitcase but I like it a lot A bag full of stories, it's all I have got A bag full of stories It's all I can give I travel to sing 'cause that's how I live Maybe we'll make it, maybe we won't But as long as I play, I don't care if we don't A bag full of stories Tales of my life Imprisoned in music, my way to survive You may take my money, yes, take it all But you can't get my spirit, my music and soul She gave me back the key to my front door Another girl said goodbye, not the last one, for sure I never bought her presents, I know that's bad A fun-on-the-road-report was all she could get From Sydney to Rome My mind's all alone I'm waiting, I'm waiting From LA to Cologne My mind's all alone I'm waiting, I'm waiting To catch the bus home A bag full of stories It's all I have got But I'm not unhappy, oh no I'm not I live out of a suitcase but I like it a lot A bag full of stories, it's all I have got My social life sucks and I am to blame I'm married to music, some say that's a shame But it takes me to places no tourist will find And even if I don't earn a dime, I'll forever remind From Sydney to Rome My mind's all alone I'm waiting, I'm waiting From LA to Cologne My mind's all alone I'm waiting, I'm waiting To catch the bus home Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com