I come here each night right after the show
And sit here like we used to do
I’ll drop quarters in the jukebox and play them old songs
And try not to think about you
Oh, I try not to think of you
There were so many things you said you wanted
Things that I just couldn’t give
Like a house with a yard and a husband at home
But for me that’s just no way to live
No, that’s no way for me to live
So all that I need is all I have left
And all that’s left for me
Is an old roadside diner, a hot cup of coffee,
A Jukebox, and a memory
Oh, a Jukebox, and a memory
The waitress smiles as she pours me my coffee
She sits down and asks me my name
She touches my hand as we sit there talking
She’s an old hand at playing this game
Yes, she’s an old hand at playing this game
The look in her eyes tells me a story
A story of heartache and pain
I know that I could go with her tonight
But it just wouldn’t be the same
No, it just wouldn’t be the same
So, all that I need is all I have left
And all that’s left for me
Is an old roadside diner, a hot cup of coffee,
A Jukebox, and a memory
Oh, a Jukebox, and a memory
The waitress gets up and stands their beside me
And says, “you don’t need to explain”
I leave a twenty on the table and walk out that door
Outside in the cool summer rain
And softly I call your name
Oh, softly I whisper your name