One Lucky Man

Concept is basic, her hair is braided Saturday night, I'm faded Saturday night, I'm faded Time is wasted, food is plated I'm just trying to figure out I'm just trying to figure out I'm just trying to figure out I'm just trying to figure out how Should almost be done now It's been too long One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight Oh, once in a while I stand on my own two feet Oh, you're dynamite And I know you're not in love with me You gotta go when you gotta go (oh, once in a while) It's gonna blow, yeah, it's gonna blow (I stand on my own two feet) She's from the city, never seen the snow She's been around, yeah, she's been a pro She plays a show that you could have missed (oh, you're dynamite) You write her name down on a list She's a poet, she's a lyricist (and I know you're not) It feels so nice just to reminisce (in love with me) Wading, knee-deep, completely Sick of seeking out some fantasy with you and me alone The note I sent you arrived Love is just a piece of rope around me Up and down your bones Oh, I can be strong, hold on Make some kind of song that I know is true It's all for you again (Love, love, love) (Love, love, love) (Love, love, love)