The Lucky Ones

So it starts like this

And ends real quick

But what is speed

If you don't move an inch?

And I tell you

I am getting sick of this

All the ups and downs

The turns and twists

All the would of, should of bitterness

I carry on my back

I'm waiting... Waiting

But nothing comes

No nothing comes of it

I'm fading... Fading

Should turn and run

But no I'll wait my turn

To be one of the lucky ones

In the morning light

The sun shines bright

There's a brand new chance

To make things right

But it feels like

Every time I take the leap

I think I'll end up on my feet

But if history tells me anything

I'll have bruises on my back

I'm waiting... Waiting

But nothing comes

No nothing comes of it

I'm fading... Fading

Should turn and run

But no I'll wait my turn

To be one of the lucky ones