Staring down from this high window
At the faces in the light
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 can live this way?
I do what I can, I do okay
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 miles, so many faces
And my home so far away
I lost 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 can live this way?
I do what I can, but I can't escape it
Right now, all I want to do
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 can live this way?
As long as I can stay the same
Right now, all I want to do
Get real, and be myself with you
Right now, all I want to do
Somehow, lose myself in you
For just one night with you
If that's all right with you
Get real
Get real right now
Get real right, right, right, right, right
Get real right, now, now, now
Somehow
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