Luck In Odd Numbers

And each chance i get to get close to you

The shadows come and the late afternoon makes

The warmth withdraw like a dive bell sinks

The air turns to octopus ink

I met her at the county fair

My first impressions cleaved in pairs

Hair that tumbled, eyes of steam

All nature seemed in harmony

The times you only feel one way

Are times that you remember most

But then you're wrong 'cause most those times

You really have been feeling both

I met her at the chestnut tree

And all despair abandoned me

Down by the armory we walked

And music was the words she talked

Where does all the good luck lie?

Go one, three, five, seven and nine

Show me where those bright lodes glow

Go deeper in the mountain side

Which way if my luck deserts?

Dig deeper in that rock and dirt

Which way when the good luck dies?

Go over under, side by side

And i

I hear a knock on my door

Someone's waiting outside

Waiting outside, what for?

My ride

And beneath moonless hills Chinese nocturnes

Breathe Cantonese through young Joe Byrne

Horsefly, shanghaied, stay home

And you won't ever be alone they lie

The engineer fortuity

Her tool box full with mercury

Lobs heart attacks from chandeliers

Sends rescuers with frozen beards

And other empty monologues

About mineshafts trimmed like synagogues

Man, she don't hate the ones she kills

But she don't love the mouths she fills

And if it's all supposed to mean something

It's nothing he's interested in

One thing Joe Byrne won't never know

Is you only get what you let go

He pitched his tent down Havilah

So he would never have to travel far

It don't matter Chinese or Afghan

All that he wants grows on dry land

Which way when my good luck dies?

Go one, three, five, seven and nine

Show me where the doomed roam free

With poppy seeds and armored hides

Which way if my luck deserts?

Dig deeper in that frozen dirt

Which way when my good luck dies?

Go over under, side by side

And i hear an engine running

And i see a headlamp shine

And i feel my heart is sinking

And lord

Lord my ride

Lord my ride

Is waiting outside what for?

To be nailed to a door

To be nailed to a door

To be nailed to a door