Some Are Lucky

Some are lucky, some are wise
Some will never get left behind
I was sailing as I left my harbor
I was leaving little things, love
That make you want to
Some are winning, some learn to fight
What the father teaches, and what is right
You were crying as I left your fight
Oh it’s these little things, love, that make me right
Oh and he has his mother’s last name
Takes the world in vain
Has me on my knees
Pretending that I
Came home to die for this
I will never, no I will never
Some are wicked and some will take hold
That they are stronger now and never touch
But he is weak when she comes around
Oh it’s these little things, love, they bring me down
Oh and he has his mother’s last name
Takes the world in vain
Has me on my knees
Pretending that I
Came home to die for this
I will never, no, I will never
I will never, no, I will never
Oh it’s these little things, love
They bring me home, love