80 Days Testo

Staring down from this high windowAt the faces in the lineCold from hours of waitingHow many people can you love?When you?re black and blue with bruisesFrom collisions on the roadThe friction grind of travelingThis is the never ending showAll over the world in eighty daysHead in a blur of informationWhat kind of a man could live this wayI do what I canI do OKBut right nowAll I want to do isGet realIf that?s allright with youWoke up last night under the mountainsDriving from Zurich to MilanI lay there listening to the echosThinking of Iceland and JapanSo many smiles So many facesAnd my home so far awayI lose some of me in all these placesAnd I can?t help the way I?m changedAll over the world in eighty daysMemories turn like magazine pagesWhat kind of a man could live this wayI do what I canBut I can?t escape itRgiht nowAll I want to doIs get realIf that?s allright with youRight nowAll I want to doSomehowBe myself with youAll over the world in eighty daysAlcohol haze of informationWhat kind of a man could live this wayAs long as I haveAnd stay the sameRight nowAll I want to do isGet realIf that?s allright with youRight nowAll I want to doGet realIf that?s allright with youFor just one night with youGet real somehow