i can t recall how many times she said she d never leave or the times she swore the only one for her was me but the angel i was counting on has all but disappeared and the only trace of her that s left i find each night in there cause she s just numbers on the jukebox that i lean on there s a little bit of her in every hurtin song i used to hate the thought of her til her memory i forget cause she s just numbers on the jukebox b 11 takes me back to the first dance we shared and a 14 reveals the truth she never cared one by one they re telling all the stories of my past and why the love i thought could never die lies here behind this glass cause she s just numbers on the jukebox that i lean on there s a little bit of her in every hurtin song i used to hate the thought of her til her memory i forget cause she s just numbers on the jukebox