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)