Wild ivy flowing, overgrown through the chain-link California poppies painting hills over the concrete Windows catching sky in the cotton candy buildings There's a swing up in the hills overlooking the whole city, and it's Waiting for you Waiting for you How lucky How lucky How many things have I missed? Worried 'bout disasters that never happened I was talking to the silence, it said Look what's waiting for you How lucky How lucky How lucky How lucky Yeah, I know the sting, the cruel touch of tragedy But in these brilliant moments, I can't help but stop and think Does the heavy dark let me feel the light more deeply? 'Cause it's all lead up to this, and for a moment, I am happy Here with you Here with you How lucky How lucky How many things have I missed? Worried 'bout disasters that never happened I was talking to the silence, it said Look what's waiting for you How lucky How lucky How lucky How lucky ♪ Yeah, I know the sting, the cruel touch of tragedy But in these brilliant moments, I can't help but stop and think