A throat with a heart in it stuck in traffic

A ticket and a mind to fly, an alarm clock still drunk and high

Sanity painted her mask on all the way across town

A compact frown projected on a retina upside down



You're an avalanche of detour signs falling off a truck

Swooning like a boxer that is too dizzy to duck

Your decisions turn around and make you back and then you're stuck

And then good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck



A lock with a key in it that ain't turning

Smoke filling up behind a door, a fire with the purpose of being ignored

A body slipping into disease, quietly making that choice

While the joy drains out of a voice



You're an avalanche of detour signs falling off a truck

Swooning like a boxer that is too dizzy to duck

Your decisions turn around and make you back and then you're stuck

And then good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck