Bleu Edmondson 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 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
She laughs just a little at her neon fame
The girls think she’s got somethin’ to prove
And 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
But don’t you know everybody’s got a story
Might be a little harder 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
She’s gettin’ high back in the alley
Standin’ in the pourin’ rain
The nights have always been just a little too hard
And don’t you know it helps ease the pain
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
