Lottery, verse # 1

On the lottery…

Sit in the seat and rub the ticket stub,
hoping and praying for better luck,
betting on the numbers that match that pot of money,
what I’d do with a million bucks,
pack a bag and load the pick-up truck,
head out west if I won that pot of money,
but the world doesn’t revolve around,
dreams or bar room kings with crowns,
day by day, the world just keeps on spinning,
they say there happiness can’t be found,
it’s only a root that will tear you down,
it’s the simple day to day that makes life worth living,
but each week I rub that ticket stub,
hoping and praying for better luck,
betting on the numbers that’ll win that pot of money,
and if I had that million bucks,
I dream as I sit in the pick-up truck,
I’d move off from here in search of milk and honey,
so, I close my eyes as I blow away
any doubt and all the scratches made,
and say a little prayer that this might be the day,
that my luck will change and I’ll win that pot of money,
and then I hold my breath and open my eyes,
wondering aloud what I might find,
as I hold that ticket in my hand
and see two the same and one different again,
but the world doesn’t revolve around,
dreams or bar room kings with crowns
with a simple day to day I just keep on living,
I crumble that ticket as I drive away,
laughing with a smile across my face,
‘cause I know someday I’m gonna win that pot of money.