I've heard stories but this time I'm reading mine
In a jukebox magazine
I know I've read it once before but if the line fits
Then they'll use it once again

But real life spreads in the children
Over their heads in our knee deep
With their open faces and microscope eyes
Sponging your ideas
Then bake them up in future lies

Leave the babe just seven days of being weaned
Is the labour ever done?
Parting slowly since the second they were dreamed of
Bitter tears have been born

Oh love shine on the two of them
As the show lights on me
Fill the empty spaces with antique sing-a-longs
New ones sometimes
Sometimes just one more song

I've heard stories but this time I'm reading mine
In a jukebox magazine
I know I've read it once before but if the line fits
Then they'll use it once again

Oh love, shine on the children
Over their heads in our knee deep
Fill the empty spaces with antique sing-a-longs
New ones sometimes
Sometimes just one more song

Just one more song before I'm home
Just one more song before I'm done

La, la, la…

I've heard stories but this time I'm reading mine
In a jukebox magazine
I never play it twice the same but if the line fits
Then I'll do it once again

Oh love, shine on the children
Over their heads in our knee deep
Fill the empty spaces with antique sing-a-longs
New ones sometimes
Sometimes just one more song

Just one more song before I'm done