home I'm slippin out into the twilight zone I'm on the edge of day [1] In a stolen moment two lovers meet Whisperin' promises they can't keep Across the bar jukebox
there send a letter, "Dear Confessor" she's a jukebox with a knack for fighting hear it over half-cut hedges spend too much on cheap umbrellas bought from our heroes
on the old side of town We still drink cokes and tell old jokes and we bowl at splits and strikes George jones is still a hero on the jukebox every night
the human jukebox he plays second hand rock n roll they call him the human jukebox he's healing hearts with his soul. they call him the human jukebox
crunk Indie city choking chimeny-sweeper, Turn up your radio the song we play will blow the speakers don't stop whistlin' to let them know what they've been missing turn the jukebox