(mark chesnutt, roger springer, slugger morrissette)
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
Chorus
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
