there is a place that's far away from here
where the sun beats like a drum but the skies are never clear
every day is harder than the last
and the answers never come no matter how often you ask
i should feel lucky all the time
there is a kid in a bunker full of sand
all around him he hears voices he'll never understand
every night is longer than the last
with fever dreams of war machines and never coming back
when i should feel lucky all the time
like the distant sound of thunder
and it's strange that i don't wonder
who is caught inside the storm
who is caught inside the storm
i had a friend from back when we were kids
after school he joined the army and i haven't seen him since
every day the news is all the same
i go flipping through the pages hoping i won't see his name
i should feel lucky all the time