A Bag Full Of Stories

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