Richard Buckner - Lucky lyrics

Forgetting where the roads align, bowing out the back again, something made it over: A chance to cross the shards you see. Friends'll wonder while you do and some of it is stranger, filing on: "The steps are gone and I've almost got the rest put down!" Coming back has spun away a month of unremembered moves. Lucky might be better made stopping at the water's glare. We sit around enough, I guess. When's it going to happen, taken since. the spoken hours?: scenes that needed playing out. Is it how you say it right? The pauses and the turnings, too... some things that I hold on.