A Stroke of Luck

You know the way it goes
We catch in bottles all we hold
Each way the wind blows
We make our own luck, our own

Funny how you seem to think we’ve given up
Better days are left behind we say enough
Every deck you stack against we rise above
Every time you raise the bet we call the bluff

So long all the stories you tried to tell
We heard it all before and know them well
Any day you try to break our stroke of luck
Is the day we cash it in and hold it up

Can’t break our stroke of luck