And I woke up to the sunshine Of a morning that could never be surpassed by Any scene in the rest of my life While my darling was in the kitchen I drew my rifle on my back And soon we were setting out For the bustle of the fair Remote sinister's drawing nearer Soundwaves indicate it clearer Anticipation is the drug of the nation But I am none of these things, lucky me And so we acted like nothing could happen You know, pretending was our only weapon I was just driving the car While my honey was crooning a tune The matter brought us together The matter brought us together The matter brought us together again this time The wind started blowing Corns were rolling, Stephen King, he said Good morning, caught sight of the truth Above flowered field Then I got through this alive Lucky me! Remote sinister's drawing nearer Soundwaves indicate it clearer Anticipation is the drug of the nation But I am none of these things, lucky me!