The Lucky Ones (Val Emmich)

So it starts like this And ends real quick But what is speed If you don't move an inch? And I tell you I am getting sick of this All the ups and downs The turns and twists All the would of, should of bitterness I carry on my back I'm waiting... waiting But nothing comes No nothing comes of it I'm fading... fading Should turn and run But no I'll wait my turn To be one of the lucky ones In the morning light The sun shines bright There's a brand new chance To make things right But it feels like Every time I take the leap I think I'll end up on my feet But if history tells me anything I'll have bruises on my back I'm waiting... waiting But nothing comes No nothing comes of it I'm fading... fading Should turn and run But no I'll wait my turn To be one of the lucky ones