Counting Crows - Good Luck Lyrics
Larrys in vegas with some chick from l.a.The best things are sevens; the sex is just okaySo please stay, she says, just stay.Cause theres a show at elevenThe drinks are all freeMaybe you can do better for yourselfBut not meSo please stay, keep me companyAll the while thinking this is the good luckHe stays with her most of the timeIt takes time to make these machines runAnd people are so unkindGets kind of nervousWhen it used to be hardShe takes the edges off eveningsIn bedrooms and back seats of big carsAll the while thinking this is the good luckHe stays with her most of the timeIt takes time to make these machines workAnd people are so unkindShe looks in the mirrorTo make sure shes hereShe keeps disappearing and dreamingOf movie stars, weddingsNothing is happening!He tries not to noticeShe thinks he doesnt careCapture yourself in a jarAnd just say thereUntil you vanish to thin airAll the while thinking this is the good luckHe stays with her most of the timeBut he aint got time while shes riding in black carsAnd pokes at the sky to see if he can make starsAnd people are so unkindPeople are so unkindPeople are so unkindPeople are so unkind . . .
