Talkin’ to myself again, wond’rin’ if this travelin’ is good
Is there somethin’ better doin’ we’d be doin’ 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 a 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’d fell
(base)
Tellin’ every story he could tell And oh the stories it could tell
And I’ll bet you it still rings like a bell