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