Am

[Verse 1]
                    G              Am
Cross the line and erase any doubt
             F        G                    Am
You walk the carpet until you wear it out
                   G                     Am
Listening to songs tearing at your heart
           F                 G
With every box you pack, you feel like you could start
D                        F          C         G       D
Crying at the feet of an angel that offers no mercy
                                   F        C              G
Standing like a statue through the ages and you're on your knees


[Chorus]
    Am    F        G
Sometimes you feel lucky
    Am    F        G
Sometimes you feel lucky
    Am    F        G
Sometimes you feel lucky
            Am    F  G    Am
You still believe


[Verse 2]
               F       G                Am
Looking in the mirror, staring past yourself
            F            G                 C C/B Am
Everyone is helpful, but no one's any help
                F          G                Am
And just like a ghost that floats above the floors
                   F                   G
You glide down the hallway through the automatic doors
D                              F             C          G         D
These streets pretend to be an old friend, familiar and knowing
                             F       C                     G
But you have nothing else in common, save for where you're going


[Chorus]
    Am    F        G
Sometimes you feel lucky
    Am    F        G
Sometimes you feel lucky
    Am    F        G
Sometimes you feel lucky
            Am    F  G
You still believe


[Instrumental]
F   G   F   G   F   G   F   G   D


[Bridge]
                              F               C       G      D
Say goodbye to the last guest leaving and the room is empty
                           F               C          G       Am
Sometimes you just want to scream 'til you break down gently


[Verse 3]
             F                   G             Am
And now it's years from then, so little's ever said
             F              G                    Am
To remind us of the age, to bring back the dead
            F                    G                 Am
Memory is a funny thing, what it chooses to forget
                F                     G
The evidence of lives we've lived and ones we haven't yet


[Chorus]
    Am    F        G
Sometimes you feel lucky
    Am    F        G
Sometimes you feel lucky
    Am    F        G
Sometimes you feel lucky
            Am    F  G
You still believe


[Outro]
            Am
You still believe
F        G
You feel lucky
            Am
You still believe
F        G
You feel lucky
            Am
You still believe
F        G
You feel lucky
            Am
You still believe
F        G       Am
You feel lucky
          F         G              Am
Cross the line and erase any doubt