The Band Plays On

She hums a song she can't remember

The music lives but the words are dead

The sun went out in late November

It's been four 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 and she drinks for free

Well 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 the song

This old world spins a little faster

And the band plays on

Well everybody stops to watch her move

She laughs just a little at her neon fame

The girls think she's got somethin' to prove

But all the boys wanna know her name

But the storybooks were wrong again

And the songs on the radio lie

She weeps for who's she been

But nobody hears her cry, her cry yeah

But everybody's got a story

Might be a little harder than yours

Have you ever bled for glory

Then what the hell are you livin' for

You sit and to listen to the music

But you can't hear that song

This old world spins a little faster

And the band plays on

She's gettin' high back in the alley

Standin' in the pourin' rain

Her nights have always been just a little too hard

And don't you know it helps ease the pain

But 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 can't hear that song

This old world spins a little faster, faster

Everybody's got a story

Have you ever bled for the price of glory

You sit and to listen to the music

But you can't hear that song

This old world spins a little faster

The band plays on

The band plays on and on