Talkin' to myself again And wondrin' if this travelling is good Is there somethin' else a-doin' We'd be doin' if we could But oh, the stories we could tell And if it all blows up and goes to hell I can still see us sittin' on a bed in some hotel Singin' all the stories we could tell Remember that guitar in a museum in Tennessee The nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies And the scratches on the face told of all the times he fell Singin' all the stories he could tell And oh, the stories it could tell And I'll bet you it still rings like a bell And I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some hotel And listen to the stories it could tell So if you're on the road a-trackin' down your every night And singin' for a livin' neath the brightly colored lights And if you ever wonder why you ride the carousel You did it for the stories you could tell And oh, the stories we could tell And before we have to say our last farewell Well, I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some hotel And listen to the stories we could tell Yes, I wish that we could sit back on a bed in some hotel And listen to the stories we could tell