I'm the only one that's feeling happy,
sometimes I'm the only one that's feeling bad
Even if I were to pretend I'm lucky,
Maybe that's the best that's already happened

One day I just started feeling lucky.
Every dream became so real.
That even while I was all alone,
Nothing seemed that bad.

A poor girl. With big eyes.
And a smile upon her heart.
Wears the stamps of my laughter,
In the treasures of her heart.

And all the while I think I'm writing letters,
But it's really everyone that's writing me.
Today is the first time I've felt lucky,
So lucky and so free.

No one. Compares to this. These mesmerizing eyes.
The poetry in all of us when we race our property lines.
Because if you want it, because if you know,
That in her is a freedom that the rest of us don't know.

(Guitar Break)

But somedays we make mistakes,
In the recipes of our lives
Because really it was the big bad wolf,
That ate little red riding hoods' grandma's pies.