There’s a quarter on the table, and a memory on the jukebox
That I can’t bring myself to play again.
The song is such a good one,
But the memory’s a sad one,
And it makes me think about what might have been.
There’s a quarter on the table, and a memory on the jukebox.
I think I’ll go and play it one more time.
It only takes a quarter
To remind me that it’s over,
And already I can hear it in my mind.
It’s a song we played each time we were together
As I held her close and danced across the floor.
We used to play that song and dream about forever,
But when I play it now, I’m not dreaming anymore.
There’s a quarter on the table, and a memory on the jukebox.
I’ll probably wear it out before I’m through.
It always starts me crying,
And inside I feel like dying,
Because each time I play that song I think of you.
April 15, 1994
© 2013, Steven R. Drennon. All rights reserved.