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