The Sweet Benediction of the Croupier

He was feeding pigeons in the park and I was just walking through He nodded how you doing and I said I haven't got a clue He just chuckled at my honesty said in that case you might want to listen to me Because in eighty four years I've learned a thing or two He said you may be the captain of your ship the master of your soul But the ocean you're sailing on you never will control But don't stick your head in the sand Because sooner or later things get out of hand And you gotta keep looking if you want to find that pot of gold We're all hoping for that sweet benediction of the croupier We're all hoping for that pair of dice to roll our way They may be tumbling in the wrong direction But all you can do is make a course correction Pick them up and throw them down again and watch them roll away And keep hoping for that sweet benediction of the croupier He said it's true there's a lot of things you can try And a lot of those things will make a big difference in your life But remember that in the end It only matters if you break or if you learn to bend And we all need a little bit of luck to get us by