Lucky Dog

Crawling in and out of linen bedsheets Another day, just like a play I take to the window, it's dawning Breathing the autumn air, crisping my auburn hair I think that lady luck can be so unkind She can be as fickle as my state of mind But something feels different as I go my way I'm not confused, and it's not a fantasy Sunshine on my shoulders might sound cliche But I can feel the warmth and light. I may not be a billionaire but I'm made of the right stuff I have friends I have my dog, and I think that is enough Call me sentimental, darlings, boxes on my bedside table Little musings I write down of kind words I've heard people say I have found my piece of heaven And Honestly, it's time to breathe I'm out my door, and I am happy I close my eyes, there's no disguise I think that lady luck can be so unkind She can be as fickle as my state of mind But something feels different as I go my way I'm not confused, and it's not a fantasy Sunshine on my shoulders might sound cliche But I feel the warmth and light. Paintings of departed men, do dreams die with the dreamer? I won't live this little life, with a stranger's demeanor I won't shrink to a single corner, cower down a little murmur I can't live my life in hiding, since I've seen a new day dawning Crawling in and out of linen bedsheets Another day, just like a play I take to the window, it's dawning Breathing the autumn air, crisping my auburn hair I think that lady luck can be so unkind She can be as fickle as my state of mind But something feels different as I go my way I'm not confused, and it's not a fantasy Sunshine on my shoulders might sound cliche But I'm not confused, and it's not a fantasy But something feels different as I go my way I'm not confused, and it's not a fantasy Sunshine on my shoulders might sound cliche I'm not confused, and it's not a fantasy