Cross the line and erase any doubt    You walk the carpet until you wear it out    Listening to songs tearing at your heart    With every box you pack you feel like you could start    Crying at the feet of an angel that offers no mercy    Standing like a statue through the ages    and you抮e on your knees    CHORUS: Sometimes you feel lucky    Sometimes you feel lucky    Sometimes you feel lucky    You still believe       Looking in the mirror and staring past yourself    Everyone is helpful but no one抯 any help    And just like a ghost that floats above the floors    You glide down the hallway through the automatic doors    And these streets pretend to be an old friend    familier and knowing    But you have nothing else in common    save for where you抮e going       CHORUS       Say goodbye to the last guest leaving    and room seems empty    Sometimes you just want to scream    til you break down gently    And now it抯 years from then so little抯 ever said    To remind us of the age, to bring back the dead    But memory is a funny thing what it chooses to forget    The evidence of lives we抳e lived and ones we haven抰 yet       CHORUS