Talkin' to myself again
 Wonderin' if this travellin' is good
 Is there somethin' else a' doin'
 We'd be doin' if we could

 Chorus:
 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
 Singin' all the stories he could tell

 Chorus:
 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

 So if you're on the road trackin' down your every night
 Playin' for a livin' beneath 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

 Coda:
 Yes, I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel
 Listen to the stories it could tell