With a pocket full of quarters and time on my hands
That old jukebox keeps calling my name
One day it might break me but i'll pay the price
For an evening with your memory again
Three minutes at a time i get lost in each song
It's heartache in rhyme but it helps me hang on
I drop a quarter in the jukebox and for a while you're still mine
I'm getting by three minutes at a time
Old joe in the corner sits there every night
He's heard my story he knows every line
My misery's in good company as long as i'm here
In this barroom the past comes alive
