Clover

As I walked cross the street, a black cat came and blocked out my path,
my eyes met the cat's and so quickly i'd taken his wrath.

I carried this leaf in my pocket for over a year.
whether three leaves or four, my luck's just not been all too clear.

I'm starting to think that these clouds may never clear up.
and I've taken to looking at life through the end of a cup.

While I can't say that things have improved, I feel just a bit less removed.

And my work is a bore,
and my home is a chore,
and I'm starting to think I cant take it no more.
My luck's running thin,
so I'll just start again,
cause I'm tired of sitting here wondering when

my clover will grant me some luck.
cause I'm feeling just rather stuck.

And nothing's been right since you left me behind in that bar.
And nothing's felt worse than each time that I open that scar.

I'm surrounded by people that try me but I know the game.
I smile and wave, just so they won't know who is to blame.

The smile defends me, but I know it's telling a lie.

I'm falling and breaking but I know I'm too bold to die.

So I loaded my gun and I followed that old trail again.
And I found that black cat and said "so nice to see you again"

And I shot that damn cat, dead, right on the side of the path.
I am the master and this time it'd taken my wrath.


And my soul will be free
cause my mind has lost me.
and I just think I have started my luck crime spree.
My luck's running wild,
I think I just smiled
and I'm as happy as I've been since I was a child.

The clover burned pretty well,
They'll need that luck in hell!

Because...

It wasn't the luck of the clover or stupid cat's wrath,

That haunted me sorely since that cold night out on the path!

It's always the memory of you, of what i wished I could do.