Lyrics

Tell That Story (Another Time)
(by Frank J. Perricone, Hanan Browning, Eric Erdman)
Turning southbound, on highway 182
I ease my foot off the gas, and take in the view
I learned to love these old roads, from the passenger’s side
I’d mess with the radio, while my mother would drive

But now it’s me driving, and I’m dreading the trip
Oh I still love my Mom, but her mind ain’t so quick
And she just repeats the lines, and it’ll break my heart
so I’ll just have to ask her before she starts

Could you please tell that story another time
I’ve memorized every syllable in every line
You know I love to hear it, but if you don’t mind
could you please just tell that story another time

The knot in my tire bumps every time it goes ‘round
And I can’t help but thinking, when I hear the sound
That she’ll make me a little crazy, like a record that skips
But God how many times did I beg to hear it back when I was a kid

I could barely stay seated from all the excitement
It was like every time she spoke there was thunder and lightening
Just dead on her feet from a long day at work
She’d already told it twice but I’d ask for a 3rd

Could you please tell that story another time
I’ve memorized every syllable in every line
You know I love to hear it, and if you don’t mind
could you please just tell that story another time

Pull into the driveway the frail house seems so small
battered and weary. The seasons took their tolls
I can’t help but wonder how much longer she’ll stand
As I sit by the bed and grab hold her hand

Well I dreaded the visit, but I was wrong to think that way
Because she sparkles when she tells that tale
and it lights up her face
Every life's a story, and hers is at its end
And I know all I'll wish for then
Is to hear it again