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