Jukebox

<br>In the jukebox of her memory<br><br>The list of names flips by and stops<br><br>She closes her eyes<br><br>And smiles as the record drops<br><br><br><br>Then she drinks herself up and out<br><br>Of her kitchen chair<br><br>And she dances out of time<br><br>As slow as she can sway<br><br>For as long as she can say<br><br>This dance is mine<br><br>This dance is mine<br><br><br><br>Her hair bears silent witness<br><br>To the passing of time<br><br>Tattoos like mile markers<br><br>Map the distance she has gone<br><br>Winning some, losing some<br><br>She says my sister still calls every sunday night<br><br>After the rates go down<br><br>And I can never manage to say anything right<br><br>My whole life blew up<br><br>And now its all coming down<br><br><br><br>And she says leave me alone<br><br>Tonight I just wanna stay home<br><br>She fills the pot with water<br><br>She drops in the bone<br><br>She says, Ive got a darkness that I have to feed<br><br>Ive got a sadness<br><br>That grows up around me like a weed<br><br>And Im not hurting anyone<br><br>Im just spiraling in<br><br>As she closes her eyes<br><br>And hears the song begin again<br><br><br><br>She appreciates the phone calls<br><br>The consoling cards and such<br><br>She appreciates all the people<br><br>Who come by and try to pull her back in touch<br><br>They try to hold the lid down tightly<br><br>And they try to shake well<br><br>But the oil and water<br><br>Just want to separate themselves<br><br><br><br>She drinks herself up and out of her kitchen chair<br><br>And she dances out of time<br><br>As slow as she can sway<br><br>For as long as she can say<br><br>This dance is mine<br><br>This dance is mine<br><br>This dance is mine