Lucky Strike

Small town girl in the big city
Concrete sidewalks full of busybodies
Never looking me in the eye
Haha big deal to nobody
Who cares if one more deck’s stacked against me now
I know it’s only a matter of time
I’m counting on a lucky strike
To pull me out from the back of the line
Make it easier to climb the mountain
Or put me up on top
I’m waiting on a magic man
To wave a ticket from the palm of his hand
Hold it up and call my numbers out
At the end of the night
I’m counting on a lucky strike
three flights up
To the rooftop stars
It feels just a little bright
I can breathe the open air
Moonlight down on the east river
overflows
With bitter strangers
No one’s going anywhere
But I’m counting on a lucky strike
To pull me out from the back of the line
Make it easier to climb the mountain
Or put me up on top
I’m waiting on a magic man
To wave a ticket from the palm of his hand
Hold it up and call my numbers out
At the end of the night
I’m counting on a lucky strike
Impossible
Unreachable
We’re only dreamers
Yes I know
I’m counting on a lucky strike
To pull me out from the back of the line
Make it easier to climb the mountain
Or put me up on top
I’m just waiting on the magic man
To wave a ticket from the palm of his hand
Hold it up and call my numbers out
At the end of the night
I’m counting on a lucky strike