The Lucky Ones - Patrick Park

Each day the light gets born

From the body of the night I’m torn

Into the blaze of the sun lit morn I’m thrown

So I do what I can

With a beating heart and my own two hands

And a thirst to understand this show

And in the halls I hear it sung

The youth is wasted on the young

And these are words that can weigh a ton you know

But one day you’ll know what they meant

When you wonder where the wonder went

And all the world is sinking like a stone

We are the lucky ones

You mothers daughters you fathers sons

Don’t you grow old before your time

We are the holy rollers

Who take this weight upon our shoulders

And make the best out of life

Each night when the darkness dawns

And from the troubles of the day I’m drawn

Into the solace of the quiet song that grows

In everything I hear and see

And through the smoke in the air I breathe

And over arms that cover me like home

And on the streets where you hear it said

Our last hopes have long been dead

That’s just the noise ringing in your head you know

We are the lucky ones

You mothers daughters you fathers sons

Don’t you grow old before your time

We are the holy rollers

We take this weight upon our shoulders

And make the best out of life