Good Luck - Ani DiFranco

A throat with a heart in it stuck in traffic

A ticket and a mind to fly

An alarm clock still drunk and high

Sanity painting her mask on

All the way across town

A compact frown

Projected on her retina upside down

You’re an avalanche of detour signs

Falling off a truck

Swooning like a boxer

That is too dizzy to duck

Your decisions turn around

And make you back and then you’re stuck

And then good luck

Good luck

A lock with a key in it that ain’t turning

Smoke filling up behind door

A fire with a purpose being ignored

A body slipping into disease

Quietly making that choice

While the joy drains out of a voice

You’re an avalanche of detour signs

Falling off a truck

Swooning like a boxer

That is too dizzy to duck

Your decisions turn around

And make you back and then you’re stuck

And then good luck

Good luck