Dragging my feet with a feelin' of old
Can't turn up the heat when you're out in the cold
Oh no
But she keeps me feeling young
Like a song that ain't been sung
She's my antiseptic when I'm stung

She's the good fortune on my side
That helps me weather turning tides
There for all my smiles
And all my cries
And gives back some of the light
To these dark green eyes

Write us a banger, that'll cushion your fall
Then the industry man, he's gonna give you a call
But the phone don't seem to ring
Leaves me doubting if I can sing
When she comes home I can do just about anything

She's the good fortune on my side
That helps me weather turning tides
There for all my smiles
And all my cries
And gives back some of the light
To these dark green eyes

When I kick and scream of losing my dreams
She mends my open broken seams
I'd be nothing without my king of queens

She gets me back in position
Gets me back my vision

She's the good fortune on my side
That helps me weather turning tides
There for all my smiles
And all my cries
And gives back some of the light
To these dark green eyes

When I kick and scream of losing my dreams
She mends my open broken seams
I'd be nothing without my king of queens
I'd be nothing without my king of queens