She hums a song she can't remember
The music lives but the words are dead
The song went out in late November
It's been 4 days since she's been to bed
She's got a tattoo on the back of her neck
Wears china red lipstick #3
Stands by the jukebox smoking a cigarette
Watches the band as she drinks for free
But don't you know everybody's got a story
Might be a little better than yours
Have you ever bled for the price of glory
Then what the hell are you livin' for
You sit and to listen to the music
But you don't hear that song
This old world spins a little faster
And the band plays on
Everybody stops to watch her move