Staring down from this high window |
| At the faces in the line |
| Cold from hours of waiting |
| How many people can you love? |
| When you're black and blue with bruises |
| 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 okay |
But right now |
| All I want to do |
| Is get real |
| If that's all right with you |
Woke up last night under the mountains |
| Driving from Zurich to Milan |
| I lay there listening to the echoes |
| 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 all right 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 all right with you |
| Right now |
| All I want to do |
| Get real |
| If that's all right with you |
| For just one night with you |
| If that's all right with you |
Get real |
| Get real right now |
| Somehow |