The Lucky Ones

Each day the light gets born
 From the body of the night I'm torn
 into the blaze of the sun lit morn I'm thrown
 So I do what I can
 With a beating heart and my own two hands
 And a thirst to understand this show
 And in the halls I hear it sung
 The youth is wasted on the young
 And these are words that can weigh a ton you know
 But one day you'll know what they meant
 When you wonder where the wonder went
 And all the world is sinking like a stone
 We are the lucky ones
 You mothers daughters you fathers sons
 Don't you grow old before your time
 We are the holy rollers
 Who take this weight upon our shoulders
 And make the best out of life
 Each night when the darkness dawns
 And from the troubles of the day I'm drawn
 Into the solace of the quiet song that grows
 In everything I hear and see
 And through the smoke in the air I breathe
 And over arms that cover me like home
 And on the streets where you hear it said
 Our last hopes have long been dead
 That's just the noise ringing in your head you know
 We are the lucky ones
 You mothers daughters you fathers sons
 Don't you grow old before your time
 We are the holy rollers
 We take this weight upon our shoulders
 And make the best out of life