Lucky Lucy

She's a kind one

Turned her riches

Into a million dollar game

Broke out for the harvest

Now she sits

On the corner of West and Main

Jeremy's a mind reader

Thinks he can tell

The tales of a soul

Burned out on the peace pipe

Now he thinks

He's got nowhere to go

He's for real

Nobody takes him for granted

He's for real

Nobody takes him

Where he doesn't want to go

Take it from me

Take it all eventually

Take it all

Take it all from the canvas of my world

I've got to pace myself

Before I burnout? yeah

I've got to pace myself

Don't wanna burnout

Lucky Lucy

She's a kind one

Turned her riches

Into a million dollar game

Broke out for the harvest

Now she sells

Down on the corner of West and Main

She's for real

Nobody takes her for granted

She's for real

Nobody takes her

Where she doesn't want to go

Take it from me

Take it all eventually

Take it all

Take it all from the canvas of my world

Like a forest

We are all the trees

Like a forest

We can fall with ease

I've got to pace myself

Before I burnout? yeah

I've got to pace myself

Don't wanna burnout

Don't wanna burnout

Don't wanna burnout

Don't wanna burnout