Good Luck Lyrics - Counting Crows

Larry's in vegas with some chick from l.a. 

The best things are sevens; the sex is just okay 

"so please stay," she says, "just stay." 

Cause there's a show at eleven 

The drinks are all free 

Maybe you can do better for yourself 

But not me 

So please stay, keep me company 

All the while thinking this is the good luck 

He stays with her most of the time 

It takes time to make these machines run 

And people are so unkind 

Gets kind of nervous 

When it used to be hard 

She takes the edges off evenings 

In bedrooms and back seats of big cars 

All the while thinking this is the good luck 

He stays with her most of the time 

It takes time to make these machines work 

And people are so unkind 

She looks in the mirror 

To make sure she's here 

She keeps disappearing and dreaming 

Of movie stars, weddings 

Nothing is happening! 

He tries not to notice 

She thinks he doesn't care 

Capture yourself in a jar 

And just say there 

Until you vanish to thin air 

All the while thinking this is the good luck 

He stays with her most of the time 

But he ain't got time while she's riding in black cars 

And pokes at the sky to see if he can make stars 

And people are so unkind 

People are so unkind 

People are so unkind 

People are so unkind . . .