LUCKY DAY
Chris Rea


A little bit of daylight
Shines on my pillow
It comes through my window pane.
Speak of the morning
Hope is eternal
Better to look at this way
This could be my lucky day.

A glass filled with crystals
Six million rainbows
Gifted to see with childrens eyes
Always a small chance
Of shooting that rainbow
Bless this down with sweet surprise.
This could be my lucky day.

No inhibitions, naive forever.
Better looking up than looking down.
Don't try to beat it, twist and defeat it.
Leave those kind of complications
Never to be found.
This could be my lucky day.