Jukebox Of You




Jukebox Of You







Jukebox Of You

Old. That is the problem with the world today. Everyone is in denial, clinging to dreams of lost youth, fighting nature in vain effort to maintain an illusion that has no depth.

Jenny never got the chance to grow old.



At noon, several of our friends gather outside St. George's to mourn Jenny and to pray for Charlie's recovery.

In the brilliant sunlight streaming through the parting clouds, I focus on the stained glass. In the glow I see more than icons from the distant past. For the first time, I see people struggling to overcome insurmountable obstacles with only their faith to support them.

My faith is being tested and I wonder if I have the resolve to understand.

In the strengthening sunlight, I feel a higher power calling to me...

St. Peter Calling

In the bar stands an old rusted jukebox
Each selection’s still mine for a dime
Every song is a ode in your memory
Sanctuary from the passage of time

With each dime in the box I find a treasure
Of a slow dance and the romance we knew
Each refrain a monument of our history
And the misery... of my life... without you

chorus

Each night at closing time I drop a fistful of dimes
In the darkness you touch me like you used to do
And the box preserves the pain of a night with someone who
Reminds me how much I lost... when he met you

end chorus

Oh, I know that it’s just a worn out jukebox
Could be replaced with a new model, yes it’s true
But a new box wouldn’t hold any memories
They linger on in that jukebox of you...

With each dime in the box I find a treasure
Of a slow dance and the romance we knew
Each refrain a monument of our history
And the misery... of my life... without you

repeat chorus

Here inside these hollowed halls
It’s your memory each dime recalls
Of a love we made together, and so well
Here alone, I cling to you in the only way I can
With a jukebox full of the memories
Of an old rusted man...


Lyrics Copyright 1998-2000 by

W Paul Cary

CARCEN Productions