Dust on the Jukebox

Lyrics

Last call came an hour ago
Nobody here to hear it
Neon sign's got half its glow
Bartender's cleaning up the spirit
Thirty years of Friday nights
Soaked into the floorboards
Now the owner's selling out the lights
And the stools to the highest bidder

There's dust on the jukebox
But she still knows how to play
Drop a quarter in the slot
And the whole room slips away
There's dust on the jukebox
And I'm dancing with a ghost
To the songs we used to love
When we needed them the most

Pool table's got a crooked leg
Nobody ever fixed it
Names carved in the corner booth
Hearts that never quit it
Old Roy's stool is empty now
Nobody dares to take it
We'll all hold up a glass tonight
For the man who used to make it

There's dust on the jukebox
But she still knows how to play
Drop a quarter in the slot
And the whole room slips away
There's dust on the jukebox
And I'm dancing with a ghost
To the songs we used to love
When we needed them the most

So pour one more for the road, friend
Leave the change upon the bar
Every town has a place like this
Where we learned who we are

Lock the door and kill the sign
Shake the bartender's hand
He says come back sometime
But we both understand

There's dust on the jukebox
But she still knows how to play
Drop a quarter in the slot
And the whole room slips away
There's dust on the jukebox
And I'm dancing with a ghost
To the songs we used to love
When we needed them the most

One more song, one more song
Then we'll all go home