Lyrics:

Talkin'' to myself againAn'' wonderin'' if this travellin'' is goodIs there somethin'' else a'' doin''We''d be doin'' if we couldAnd ah, the stories we can tellAnd if it all blows up and goes to HellI can still see us sitting on a bed in some motelListening to the stories we can tellRemember that guitar in a museum in TennesseeThe nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodiesAn'' the scratches on the face told of all the times he''d fellSingin'' every story he could tellAnd ah, the stories he could tellAnd I''ll bet you it still rings like a bellAnd I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some motelAnd listen to the stories it could tellSo if you''re on the road a-trackin'' down your every nightAnd singin'' for a livin'' ''neath the brightly coloured lightsAnd if you ever wonder why you ride this carouselEh you did it for the stories you could tellAnd ah, the stories we can tellAnd I wouldn''t kid a man I like so wellAnd I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some motelAn'' listen to the stories we can tellAnd ah, the stories we can tellAnd if it all blows up and goes to HellI can still see us sitting on a bed in some motelJust listenin'' to the stories we can tell