Aren't I lucky, to have survived so much bad luck.
The future seems to be in good hands, it's the past I'm worried about.
How can I be sure I've succeeded, if I can't remember what I was trying to do
If you don't like my opinion of you, you can always improve
For some strange reason, no matter where I go, the place is always called "here".
Even when I'm happy and successful, life still goes on.