We're the Kind of People

Dim lights and the sweet wine
A bartender named Joe
Same hurt on different faces
Everywhere I go
Sad songs tell the stories
That our lips just can’t say
That’s why we’re the kind of people
That make the juke box play

So please sing about the hurt
The bitter tears and lonely sorrow
Passion and pride and
things that might have been
How a woman she once loved me
Then she took her love away
That’s the kind of song that
consoles my kind each day
And we’re the kind of people
that make the jukebox play

I know it might sound crazy
But this dime is my best friend
It controls that old jukebox
When I go drop it in
That old song says everything
Ten thousand words can’t say
That’s why we’re the kind of people
that make the jukebox play