A Collection Testo

From collisions on the road
The friction grind of traveling
This is the never ending show
All over the world in eighty days
Head in a blur of information
What kind of a man could live this way
I do what I can
I do OK
But right now
All I want to do is
Get real
If that's allright with you
Woke up last night under the mountains
Driving from Zurich to Milan
I lay there listening to the echos
Thinking of Iceland and Japan
So many smiles So many faces
And my home so far away
I lose some of me in all these places
And I can't help the way I'm changed
All over the world in eighty days
Memories turn like magazine pages
What kind of a man could live this way
I do what I can
But I can't escape it
Right now
All I want to do
Is get real
If that's allright with you
Right now
All I want to do
Somehow
Be myself with you
All over the world in eighty days
Alcohol haze of information
What kind of a man could live this way
As long as I have
And stay the same
Right now
All I want to do is
Get real
If that's allright with you
Right now
All I want to do
Get real
If that's allright with you
For just one night with you
Get real somehow