25 Places Songtext
von Tim Lothar

Twenty-five places I have called my home.
Twenty-five places I have called my own.
Twenty-five places that I had to roam.

I′m packing up my stuff, gettin' ready to go.
Once again I swear that I′ll never move no more.


Two boxes say: "Glass, please handle with care".
If I had a dime for everything I broke I'd be a millionaire.

Twenty-five boxes and twenty-four more.
Next box is always heavier than the one before.

There's always a box of stuff you never use.
Two boxes of memories, three boxes of blues.

Four boxes of books, five boxes of cds.
If I stumble and die, please save a box for me.