Lucky

There's a man in a cutaway Buying drinks for the room All the cheer raining down on the day Comes to nothing and leaves by the broom On the streets named for presidents Where the kingfishers flew All the cornflowers sewn in the fence Keep the memory from tearing in two But if I should lose I'd wake up feeling lucky If I should take a fall or throw it all away I wouldn't mind lying beside you The rest of my days The storms came down out of Mackinaw As the weigh stations closed There was a terrible darkness I saw Pulling up on the side of the road But if I should lose I'd wake up feeling lucky If I should take a fall or throw it all away I wouldn't mind lying beside you The rest of my days So I'll drink to the wealthy man And I'll pray for the poor And I'll hold onto you while I can In the darkness just to be sure That if I should lose I'll wake up feeling lucky If I should take a fall or throw it all away I wouldn't mind lying beside you The rest of my days