Good Luck

A throat with a heart in it stuck in traffic A ticket and a mind to fly An alarm clock still drunk and high Sanity painting her mask on All the way across town A compact frown Projected on her retina upside down You're an avalanche of detour signs Falling off a truck Swooning like a boxer That is too dizzy to duck Your decisions turn around And make you back and then you're stuck And then good luck Good luck A lock with a key in it that ain't turning Smoke filling up behind door A fire with a purpose being ignored A body slipping into disease Quietly making that choice While the joy drains out of a voice You're an avalanche of detour signs Falling off a truck Swooning like a boxer That is too dizzy to duck Your decisions turn around And make you back and then you're stuck And then good luck Good luck