作曲 : Fair To Midland, Sudderth
Lucky are the leaves of the clover. 
She's diggin for chemistry with the butcher's tools. 
Shifty are the eyes of the gambler. 
He's making his tricks and trades and a job well done. 
Through the motions and waving wishes to your confidence and eloquence. 
He's turning a-green from these envious glorious things. 
Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe. 
Invoking a blue that's meant for us too. 
What more amazing things that we'll turn into rain. 
Lucky is a deer in the headlights. 
Those two are as thick as thieves, not a penny more. 
Shaky are the hands of the gun shy. 
He'd rather give up the pulse, than take mine. 
Gather 'round, hold your glasses up high. 
Drink to love while we wait for high tide. 
Keep it short, keep it brief, you have my word. 
Gather round while we wait for high tide.