My first love was an old American song
About all the things in life that can and will go wrong
The cover was all faded, the edges battered hard
Touched and turned a million times until it almost fell apart.
It licked the wounds I took from many sinful nights
It covered up the bruises from many teenage fights
Every syllable spent comfort and every chord returned the poise
That had been taken from me
And then there was this voice.
And I’d kneel down by the jukebox close my eyes and fold my hands
Praying to the gods of rock’n roll
In every lonely hour and through every heavy storm
Keeping faith that rock’n’roll can save us all
Because only rock’n’roll can save us all
The only girl that ever broke my heart
The one I loved too much to tell that she tore my soul apart.
Was barely 21 and a singer in a band
She knew that there was more to songs than just words and instruments.
So if you ask me why I’m standing on this stage
Singing songs for friends and strangers, making minimum wage
All I can say is that I have never had a choice
Ever since I was a young boy,
Ever since I heard the voice of Bob Dylan on a scratched old 45
Learning that there’s more to living than just being alive.
And I’d kneel down by the jukebox close my eyes and fold my hands
Praying to the gods of rock’n roll
In every lonely hour and through every heavy storm
Keeping faith that rock’n’roll can save us all
Because only rock’n’roll can save us all
So if life treats you unfairly and you find it hard to be brave
Put on your headphones and switch on your favorite record
And thou shalt be saved, thou shalt be saved
And I’d kneel down by the jukebox close my eyes and fold my hands
Praying to the gods of rock’n roll
In every lonely hour and through every heavy storm
Keeping faith that rock’n’roll can save us all
Because only rock’n’roll can save us all.
Music & Lyrics by John Allen.