Words & Music Michael Veitch
(c)2020 Burt Street Musc (BMI)
As we live each day for the journey
As it comes and wherever it goes
The sun still wins her fight with the darkeness
Somehow she always knows
That we’re the lucky ones
Inside the picture
Painted with a fine brush
We’re the lucky ones
It may hail and rain around us
But it never falls between us
Beneath the skin
Where it sometimes hurts the deepest
Not even smiles
Can ever really hide it
Behind the laughs
It just gets harder to fake it
When it’s all wrapped up inside
And we’re the lucky ones
Still here to feel the winds
And the songs that they send
We’re the lucky ones
Play that slow mandolin
Found along some old road we’ve bee
And it may not always be getting better
Even though that old song says it will
Someday soon we may all be forgotten
But we’re sure to be forgiven
Cause we’re the lucky ones
We’re the lucky ones
We’re the lucky ones
We’re the lucky ones