Counting On Karma

Counting on karma
To help me with this one
To hold my ground and still catch your eye
There in your glamor
Surrounded by scoundrels
The old ritual for
Your coveted prize
I got nothing like their high class rides
Champaign favors
Or early morning lies
Hang tight
Pretty, young girls
That ain’t every guy in the whole wide world
Sometimes
He’s standing in the corner
Counting on karma to bring you over
Counting on karma
To give me release from
All of the nights I’ve sat here in vain
Watching it play like
An inflight movie
Wondering how these things get made
Maybe I’ll get my big, big break
When my good intentions are repaid
I’m gonna win you over
For the kind hearted loners
I’ve done my time
I’ve paid it forward