Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
When the worst doesn’t happen, that’s good luck
When it does, you best not complain
Because I’ve spent some time at rock bottom, you see
There’s always room to get even lower, my friends
Just a little bit lower, my friends
You can always get lower, my friends
When the worst doesn’t happen, that’s called ‘Good Luck’
And when it does, well, you best not [complain]
Well, somewhere a [millionaire] heart is dreaming
Just dreaming of gasoline
Like Icarus escaping from the labyrinth
Now everybody’s got some wings
I will tell you now, everybody’s got some wings, boys
Everybody’s got some wings
[Say you'll] pull yourself up by the bootstraps, kids
You can almost do, almost get [ ]
Well, time has a funny way of condemning
All your heroes to dust or [ ]
If you’re looking in the mirror without laughing
I guess you're better than old Socrates
When the worst doesn’t happen, that’s called, ‘Good Luck’
When it does, you best not complain
Because I’ve seen the road, it’s cruel, twisted and cold
And it’s over before it begins
I've seen the road, its cruel, twisted and cold
And it seems like it's over before it begins