My heart's been thirsty. My spirit's runnin' dry. And I think I feel a drop of rain. I see the lightning. Strikin' the sky. Sometimes a stone can bring a change.
When I rode out of Dallas. Chasing down a dream. I thought I knew what I was looking for. But the neon nights have blinded me. 'Til I'm lost in Tennessee.
He's got lucky arms. He gets to hold her. The way I know I never will again. They're dancing close. With her head on his shoulder. Lucky arms, lucky heart, lucky him.
He's got lucky arms, he gets to hold her. The way I know I never will again. They're dancing close. With her head on his shoulder. Lucky arms, lucky heart, lucky him.
I show up for work on time at least five days a week. Punch that clock and toe the line just to make ends meet. Every day on my way home I pass them neon lights.