You put your wishes in the well
Haven't you got some?
You pray to god
For they may help
Go fine yourself
A little bit fortune on the way
Haven't you got some?
You chase an option
And count your days
What if you never hold
Always wondered always sold
Lucky gambler never lost
Pity yourself over an inch of gold
Say
You
You
You are the sole thing you do
You
You
You and yourself are the ones you can't lose
What a fortune
What a fortune
You pull your kids on their way
Haven't you got some
You hope they stay so they can help
To define yourself
A little bit pain is on the way
What a fortune
You count your blessings
And keep them tight
As you beg they stay
What if you never hold
Always wondered always sold
Lucky gambler never lost
Pity yourself over an inch of gold
Say
You
You
You are the sole thing you do
You
You
You and yourself are the ones you can't lose
What a fortune
What a fortune
Counting cars
On your railway
As they drive on by
They got some
Chasing having
Is believing
The more you get
The less you find
They never listen
Never learned
Every worry
Was a burn
Every burden
Is a plan you aligned
Well I'm Counting on myself then
Is this the moment I dare to learn?
That
You
You. You. You are the sole thing you do
It's you
You
You and yourself are the ones you can't lose