Suitcase for a Home

I got a suitcase for a home
And a coffin for a bed
And boredom has rendered me a narcoleptic head
And 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
Oh it's peculiar how we shape the rules when we're 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 windowpane
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

As 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 breathe
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