Lyrics Good Luck - Ani DiFranco

A throat with a heart in it stuck in traffic
A ticket and a mind to fly
An alarm clock still drunk and high

Sanity painting her mask on
All the way across town
A compact frown
Projected on her retina upside down

You're an avalanche of detour signs
Falling off a truck
Swooning like a boxer
That is too dizzy to duck
Your decisions turn around
And make you back and then you're stuck
And then good luck
Good luck

A lock with a key in it that ain't turning
Smoke filling up behind door
A fire with a purpose being ignored

A body slipping into disease
Quietly making that choice
While the joy drains out of a voice

You're an avalanche of detour signs
Falling off a truck
Swooning like a boxer
That is too dizzy to duck
Your decisions turn around
And make you back and then you're stuck
And then good luck
Good luck