Easy enough to glide across the floor
Harder though to dance in sand
Time and space anything becomes a god
Or is that the master plan?
So take your rabbit’s foot
And put it where you’ll keep it warm
Don’t sell me a rabbit’s foot
I don’t want your crooked charm
Do you believe in right place right time?
Or was it in the stars?
The more I try the luckier I get
Roy Sullivan’s tale in one too many bars
Was your father born in Bethlehem?
Pennsylvania, was he a steel man?
Did your mother bottle snake oil?
All the way and back again
Count backwards from ten
Touch left, then right and left right again
Tell yourself it’s your zen
Go back and start again
I walked under a horseshoe
A black cat crossed my eyes
My cyanide turned to Kool-Aid
St. Anthony’d lose his virginity if he tried
© Michael Worthington Music 2014