I feel so cold    out of control    my stomach aches    Spent my beginner's luck    crossing my fingers up    Lost in a field of dreams    nothing is what it seems    When I should celebrate    I tend to contemplate       I was told I used to be lucky when I was young       When the bed spins, and the phone rings    and the door slams, and your has sunk again    No one's driving, you're in traffic    and you wish you were still in bed       How do you know    how low you can go    with your head in the clouds    I'll blame a leprechaun    who said I should move on    My lucky clover died    before I said goodbye    I'll use my rabbits foot    to help me through the night       (chorus outro includes)    Another red light, you're in traffic