Jukebox
in the jukebox of her memory
the list of names flips by and stops
and she closes her eyes
and smiles as the record drops
then she drinks herself up and outta the kitchen chair
and she dances out of time
as long as she can say
as long as she can say
this dance is mine
this dance is mine
her hair bears silent witness
to the passing of time
tattoos like mile markers
map the distance she has gone
winning some, losing some
she says my sister still calls every sunday night
after the rates go down
and i still can not imanagne to say anything right
and my whole life blew up
and now its all coming down
and she says leave me alone
she fills the pot with water
she drops in the phone
she says tonight i just wanna stay home
she says leave me alone
its like a darkness that i have to feed
i got a sadness that grows up around like a weed
and i'm not hurting anyone
i'm just spiraling in
and then she closes her eyes
and hears the song begin again
she appreciates the phone calls
the consoling cards and such
she appreciates all the people
who come by and try to pull her back in touch
they try to hold the lid down tightly
and they try to shake it well
but the oil and water
they just wanna seperate themselves
she drinks herself up and outta the kitchen chair
and she dances out of time
as long as she can say
as long as she can say
this dance is mine
this dance is mine
this dance is this dance this dance this dance this dance
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