Cross the line and erase any doubt 

You walk the carpet until you wear it out 

Listening to songs tearing at your heart 

With every box you pack you feel like you could start 

Crying at the feet of an angel that offers no mercy 

Standing like a statue through the ages 

and you抮e on your knees 

CHORUS: Sometimes you feel lucky 

Sometimes you feel lucky 

Sometimes you feel lucky 

You still believe 



Looking in the mirror and staring past yourself 

Everyone is helpful but no one抯 any help 

And just like a ghost that floats above the floors 

You glide down the hallway through the automatic doors 

And these streets pretend to be an old friend 

familier and knowing 

But you have nothing else in common 

save for where you抮e going 



CHORUS 



Say goodbye to the last guest leaving 

and room seems empty 

Sometimes you just want to scream 

til you break down gently 

And now it抯 years from then so little抯 ever said 

To remind us of the age, to bring back the dead 

But memory is a funny thing what it chooses to forget 

The evidence of lives we抳e lived and ones we haven抰 yet 



CHORUS