I’d invite you back to my place. It’s only mine because it holds my suitcase. It looks home to me alright. But it’s a hundred miles from yesterday night. Must I be the man in a suitcase. Is it me the man with the stranger’s face. Another key for my collection. For security I race for my connection. Bird in a flying cage you’ll never get to know me well. The world’s my oyster a hotel room’s a prison cell. Must I be the man in a suitcase. Is it me the man with the stranger’s face. I’d invite you back to my place. It’s only mine because it hold my suitcase. It looks like home to me alright. But it’s a hundred miles from yesterday night