Jukebox Magazine - Melanie

I’ve heard stories but this time I’m reading mine

In a jukebox magazine

I know I’ve read it once before but if the line fits

Then they’ll use it once again

But real life spreads in the children

Over their heads in our knee deep

With their open faces and microscope eyes

Sponging your ideas

They bake them up in future lies

Leave the babe just seven days of being weaned

Is the labor ever done?

Parting slowly since the second they were dreamed of

Bitter tears have been born

Oh love, shine on the two of them

As the show lights on me

Fill the empty spaces with antique sing-a-longs

New ones sometimes

Sometimes just one more song

I’ve heard stories but this time I’m reading mine

In a jukebox magazine

I know I’ve read it once before but if the line fits

Then they’ll use it once again

Oh love, shine on the children

Over their heads in our knee deep

Fill the empty spaces with antique sing-a-longs

New ones sometimes

Sometimes just one more song

Just one more song before I’m home

Just one more song before I’m done

La la la la la la …

I’ve heard stories but this time I’m reading mine

In a jukebox magazine

I never play it twice the same but if the line fits

Then I’ll do it once again

Oh love, shine on the children

Over their heads in our knee deep

Fill the empty spaces with antique sing-a-longs

New ones sometimes

Sometimes just one more song

Just one more song

Before I’m done