Lyrics:

Talkin'' to myself again**lf**An'' wonderin'' if this travellin'' is good**lf**Is there somethin'' else a'' doin''**lf**We''d be doin'' if we could**lf**And ah, the stories we can tell**lf**And if it all blows up and goes to Hell**lf**I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motel**lf**Listening to the stories we can tell**lf****lf**Remember that guitar in a museum in Tennessee**lf**The nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies**lf**An'' the scratches on the face told of all the times he''d fell**lf**Singin'' every story he could tell**lf**And ah, the stories he could tell**lf**And I''ll bet you it still rings like a bell**lf**And I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some motel**lf**And listen to the stories it could tell**lf****lf**So if you''re on the road a-trackin'' down your every night**lf**And singin'' for a livin'' ''neath the brightly coloured lights**lf**And if you ever wonder why you ride this carousel**lf**Eh you did it for the stories you could tell**lf**And ah, the stories we can tell**lf**And I wouldn''t kid a man I like so well**lf**And I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some motel**lf**An'' listen to the stories we can tell**lf****lf**And ah, the stories we can tell**lf**And if it all blows up and goes to Hell**lf**I can still see us sitting on a bed in some motel**lf**Just listenin'' to the stories we can tell