Testo Lucky

He was not so lucky,
born into a poverty of his own creation.
He worsens when he's drinking, too.

She changed the lock on her heart,
and with one look he cut a key.
You cannot keep him out.
He gets in anyhow, don't he? (Don't he?)

You remind me
that we're not getting any younger.

She fell into his trap,
and more than that became her home,
open to anybody who wasn't feeling lucky.

And when she gave him hell
he took it well,
considering all the fights they fought,
all the songs he wrote her.
(He wrote her.)
You remind me
that we're not getting any younger.