The Lucky Ones

Each day the light gets born from the body of the night, I'm torn.

Into the blaze of of a sunlit morn I'm thrown.

So I do what I can, my beating heart and my own two hands.

And a curse to understand this show.

And in the halls you hear it sung, "Youth is wasted on the young."

These are words they can weigh a ton you know?

But one day you'll know what they meant, when you wonder where the wonder went.

And all the world is sinking like a stone.

We are the lucky ones your mother's daughters your father's sons, don't you grow old before your time.

We are the holy rollers who take this weight upon our shoulders, and the best out of life...

Each night when the darkness dawns, from the troubles of the day I'm drawn.

Into the solace of a quiet song it grows.

In everything I hear and see, through the smoke and the air I breath.

And over arms that cover me like home.

And in the streets you hear it said, "Last hopes have long been dead."

It's just the noise ringing in your head you know?

We are the lucky ones your mother's daughters your father's sons, don't you grow old before your time.

We are the holy rollers we take this weight upon our shoulders, and make the best out of life.