80 Days (Live)

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 80 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 Zürich 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 80 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 80 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 for just one night with you
 Just one night with you
 If that's all right with you
 Get real, get real
 Right now, right now
 Get real
 Be myself with you