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