Good Luck — текст песни (Counting crows)

Larrys in vegas with some chick from l.a.

The best things are sevens; the sex is just okay

"so please stay," she says, "just stay."



Cause theres a show at eleven

The drinks are all free

Maybe you can do better for yourself

But not me

So please stay, keep me company



All the while thinking this is the good luck

He stays with her most of the time

It takes time to make these machines run

And people are so unkind



Gets kind of nervous

When it used to be hard

She takes the edges off evenings

In bedrooms and back seats of big cars



All the while thinking this is the good luck

He stays with her most of the time

It takes time to make these machines work

And people are so unkind



She looks in the mirror

To make sure shes here

She keeps disappearing and dreaming

Of movie stars, weddings

Nothing is happening!

He tries not to notice

She thinks he doesnt care

Capture yourself in a jar

And just say there

Until you vanish to thin air



All the while thinking this is the good luck

He stays with her most of the time

But he aint got time while shes riding in black cars

And pokes at the sky to see if he can make stars

And people are so unkind

People are so unkind

People are so unkind

People are so unkind . . .