Stories To Tell

Well, I guess you have noticed that I´m still on the road.

Singin´ those sad songs just to carry my load.

Now today I got your phonecall - your voice sounds so old.

It sounds kinda weary and it sounds kinda cold.

You say, you´ve got a job now and you´d live the real life.

And you´d think I was stupid and so would your wife.

You say you´d be a grown up person and I´d still be a child.

Well maybe you´re right, man, but maybe Lady Luck smiled.

All the hours - all the years.

All the faces - all the tears.

Wherever I may stay or roam

this long and winding road´s my home !

Well, once we shared the same dreams `bout songs that could change it all.

But then we reached the crossroads and here I stand in the same old hall

with a guitar in my hand and a very young old man´s voice.

Sometimes you´ve gotta sort things out and sometimes you ain´t got no choice.

So it was good now to hear from you - Thanks for your call.

Sorry, that I´m different and that I´m not feeling small.

So I wish you good luck, bro, and may you be well

while I´m out here on the road with some stories to tell.

While I´m out here on the road with some stories to tell.