I feel so cold
out of control
my stomach aches
Spent my beginner's luck
crossing my fingers up
Lost in a field of dreams
nothing is what it seems
When I should celebrate
I tend to contemplate
I was told I used to be lucky when I was young
When the bed spins, and the phone rings
and the door slams, and your has sunk again
No one's driving, you're in traffic
and you wish you were still in bed
How do you know
how low you can go
with your head in the clouds
I'll blame a leprechaun
who said I should move on
My lucky clover died
before I said goodbye
I'll use my rabbits foot
to help me through the night
(chorus outro includes)
Another red light, you're in traffic