Lucky Ones

Maybe I could stick my feet in a wishing well
Pocket full of pennies, maybe I could get some help
I got a hole in my heart like the holes in my jeans
I try to patch it up with anything and everything

But it ain't working, so why do we believe
In every little thing that rips us at the seams?

Whoa, hoh, oh, hoh
We're the lucky ones
Whoa, hoh, oh, hoh
We're the lucky ones, baby
'Cause there's no such thing as chance
You gotta play what's in your hands
Whoa, hoh, oh, hoh
We're the lucky ones

Maybe I could bet my love on a four-leaf clover
The winter house, then you know it's over
It's cold in my soul like it's cold outside
Cross my heart and I hope to find the love that lasts a lifetime

But I ain't there yet, so why do we give
Give our hearts away to those things that only break?

Whoa, hoh, oh, hoh
We're the lucky ones
Whoa, hoh, oh, hoh
We're the lucky ones, baby
'Cause there's no such thing as chance
You gotta play what's in your hands
Whoa, hoh, oh, hoh
We're the lucky ones

Ain't gonna live my life by the roll of the dice, no
Ain't gonna live my life by the roll of the dice

So why do we believe
In every little thing that rips us at the seams?

Whoa, hoh, oh, hoh
We're the lucky ones
Whoa, hoh, oh, hoh
We're the lucky ones, little baby
'Cause there's no such thing as chance
You gotta play what's in your hands
Whoa, hoh, oh, hoh
We're the lucky ones

Whoa, hoh, oh, hoh
We're the lucky ones
Oh, oh
We're the lucky ones, baby
'Cause there's no such thing as chance
You gotta play what's in your hands
Hoh, hoh, no, no, no, no

Little baby
You gotta play what's in your hands
Little baby
So why, so why, so why do we believe?
I said, no, no, no
So why, so why, so why do we believe?
Little baby
We're the lucky ones, little baby