The Lucky

she sure looks good in the picture books

makes me stop and take second looks

she had lots white sand on a big white beach

everything right within my reach



i wanna go where the grass is green

but i guess ill have to take myself with me

and im not sure thats who i wanna see



cradle and tombstone

theres not much in between

except for crosses and crossroads

and stories i will leave behind us

wise men ask why

were lucky just believe

were lucky just believe



i didnt know everything could be such a mess

i wish there was a place called no regrets

wherei could just sit and put up my feet

and come along and bearin me

say goodnights with this frustration

live my life like a long vaacation

and im not sure thats who i wanna be



cradle and tombstone

theres not much in between

except for crosses n crossroads

and stories i will leave behind us

wise men ask why

were lucky just believe

were lucky just believe



she says she digs me for who i am

she doesnt need to understand this journey ive been on

maybe shes the one

maybe shes the one

maybe shes the one



cradle and tombstone

theres not much in between

except for crosses n crossroads

and stories i will leave behind us

wise men ask why

were lucky just believe

were lucky just believe



yea were lucky just believe

i believe

ohhh i believe

were lucky, just believe