Cross the line and erase any doubt You walk the carpet until you wear it out Listening to songs tearing at your heart With every box you pack you feel like you could start Crying at the feet of an angel that offers no mercy Standing like a statue through the ages and you're on your knees Sometimes you feel lucky Sometimes you feel lucky Sometimes you feel lucky You still believe Looking in the mirror and staring past yourself Everyone is helpful but no one's any help And just like a ghost that floats above the floors You glide down the hallway through the automatic doors And these streets pretend to be an old friend familier and knowing But you have nothing else in common save for where you're going Sometimes you feel lucky Sometimes you feel lucky Sometimes you feel lucky You still believe Say goodbye to the last guest leaving and room seems empty Sometimes you just want to scream til you break down gently And now it's years from then so little's ever said To remind us of the age, to bring back the dead But memory is a funny thing what it chooses to forget The evidence of lives we've lived and ones we haven't yet Sometimes you feel lucky Sometimes you feel lucky Sometimes you feel lucky You still believe