Testo di Savannah

Another smoky venue and another long haired band. Another storm of clapping hands `till the bus rolls again. Alone in my hotel room with the TV on at night just to kill the hurting silence after all that noise and light. And with every mile and every town and every curtain fallin? down I start to feel more like a clown while the roadies start to load. Like a drifter on a tumbleweed - addicted to the sound of speed - already dead but on my feet and still on the road Cry for me - my misery - Savannah I?m searching for a place to call my home. Set me free - insanity - Savannah. You?ll be by my side wherever I may roam - Wherever I may roam. I watch the world revolving from my daily window seat. The bus wheels keep on turning `till it?s time for the backbeat. So if you think this is glamorous You better should think twice `cause it?s all about the waiting and it?s all about the lies. And with every mile...