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