I got a suitcase for a home and a coffin for a bed
Boredom has rendered me a narcoleptic head
Groundhog day is here to stay as the band begins to play
I got a suitcase for a home and a coffin for a bed

I’m struggling to sleep without these rolling tyres and streets
Whiskey, women and wine are the only friends we meet
Ohhh it’s perculiar how we shape the rules when we following our dreams
I got a suitcase for a home and a coffin for a bed

The bars are all the same, only the accents change
Man, I’ve seen the world looking through a window pane
I hope we reach our dreams before we all fall down dead
I got a suitcase for a home and a coffin for a bed

I kiss my love goodbye, I wipe the moisture from her cheeks
I say „I’ll see you every night, my dear, in the place we call our dreams”
She says „It’s not the point, honey, I sleep better when I hear you breath”
She says „You and me and this place is what I call my dreams”
I say „I take you everywhere, darling, I hope that you believe”
I kiss my love goodbye, to the coffin I must heed

I guess the world’s in fact my home and my dreams my bed
There’s nothing in this world I’d rather do instead
Forget about the sadness in the words you may have read
I got the world for a home and my dreams for a bed
I got the world for a home and my dreams for a bed