Talkin' to myself again

Wondering if this travelin' is good

Is there something better we'd be doing if we could

And oh the stories we could tell

And if this all blows up and goes to hell

I can still see us sittin on the bed in some motel

Listenin' to the stories we could tell

Remember that guitar in a museum in Tennessee

And the nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies

And the scratches on the face

Told of all the times he fell

Singin' every story he could tell

And oh the stories it could tell

And I bet you it still rings like a bell

And I wish we could sit back on the bed in some motel

And listen to the stories we could tell



So if you're on the road tracking down here every night

And you're singin' for a livin' 'neath the brightly colored lights

And if you ever wonder why you ride this carousel

You did it for the stories you could tell

And oh the stories we could tell

And if this all blows up and goes to hell

I can still see us sittin on the bed in some motel

Listenin' to the stories we could tell

I can still see us sittin on the bed in some motel

Listenin' to the stories we could tell