Stories We Could Tell

Talkin' to myself again

And wonderin' if this travelin' is good

Is there something else a-doin'

We'd be doin' if we could?

But, ah, the stories we could tell

And if it all blows up and goes to Hell

I can still see us sittin' on a bed in some motel

Singin' all the stories we could tell

Remember that guitar in a museum in Tennessee?

A nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies

And the scratches on the face told of all the times he fell

Singin' all the stories he could tell

And all the stories he could tell

And I'll bet you it still rings like a bell

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

And listen to the stories it could tell

So if you're on the road, trackin' down your every night

And singin' for a living 'neath the brightly colored lights

And if you ever wonder why you ride the carousel

You did it for the stories you could tell

And all the stories we could tell

And before we have to say our last farewell

Well, I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some motel

And listen to the stories we could tell

Yes, I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some motel

And listen to the stories we could tell