Jukebox

I've been sitting home every night Staring out the window over the skyline Across the sleepy city and the twinkling lights Sometimes my idle mind hates what it finds These days my world seems so small I'm a prisoner inside these four walls Going crazy with the sound of my own voice Going crazy if I don't get out of this house Thank God for my corner bar So close I don't need a car I think I'll wander down a couple of blocks To get to my favorite jukebox And then I won't be lonely And then I won't be lonely anymore They've got an old Wurlitzer, it's a work of art And I've got a handful of quarters And I know how to ease my lonely heart With patsy cline and muddy waters I'm always the last one left Then I get the jukebox to myself Last call always ends my night That's when the bartender turns up the lights Thank God for my corner bar So close I don't need a car I think I'll wander down a couple of blocks To get to my favorite jukebox And then I won't be lonely And then I won't be lonely And then I won't be so lonely anymore