jukebox

When the early morning train comes, she steps off into my arms

There's no telling how long she might stay, but I let the dream begin anyway

And I spent my time trying to find my home, I walked a circle and came back all alone

Now this town is old and ready to fall, in the distance I can hear the wrecking ball

A round of drinks for everyone, mister you might be my newfound friend

Put all my money on the jukebox, play this song over again

From my window, I watch the seasons change,

Now the trees are bare, nights are cold and gray

Someone digs a hole in the graveyard by the hill