This old abandoned Lottery receipt
That I screw up and drop into a bin
When, two days later, we admit defeat
And ponder what it really means to win.
More time, I guess, and all that we desire
But maybe time just can't be stretched like that,
And when we stretch don't goals always get higher?
Aren't some rich people's lives just dull and flat?
But when luck comes, it comes and comes in droves
All sorrows are forgotten for a while
We buy new shoes and boots and brand new clothes
And everyone is greeted with a smile.
But though we didn't win I will not frown
Our love's more worth than all the wealth in town.
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