Lletres: Rosie Thomas. Only With Laughter Can You. Sell All My Things.

In a little while I?ll feel better
Gonna travel around the world
Gonna see it all

Gonna go to Paris, maybe Rome
But I?ll feel better miles away from home,
Gotta figure some things out

So sell all my things, I?m not coming home
There's nothing there to keep me there
Just heartache and panic and worries and things that'll bring me down
My head feels much clearer being here

In a little while I?ll feel better
Gonna spill my heart to every stranger in every town
I'll visit castles in Ireland, have some fellas play the
violin and play a song for me

So sell all my things, I?m not coming home
There's nothing there to keep me there
Just heartache and panic and worries and things that'll bring me down
My head feels much clearer being here