Stories We Could Tell

 Talking to myself again
Wondering if this traveling is good
Is there something else a doing
We'd be doing if we could
But ah the stories we could tell
And if it all blows up and goes to hell
I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel
Listen to the stories we could tell
Stared at that guitar in that museum in Tennessee
Nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies
Scars upon the face told of all the times he fell
Singing all the stories he could tell
Ah the stories he could tell
And I'll bet you it still rings like a bell
I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel
And listen to the stories it could tell

If you're on the road tracking down your every night
Playing for a living beneath the brightly colored lights
And if you ever wonder why you ride the carousel
You do it for the stories you can tell
Ah the stories we could tell
And if it all blows up and goes to hell
I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel
Just listen to the stories we could tell
Yes I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel
Listen to the stories it could tell