I've seen this in pictures, I've read the literature
I've stood amongst crowds alone, I've picked myself to the bone
Spoke to you through a tin can, wrote a message in the wet sand
Then I watched the waves wash you up
Never believed in bad luck
And if it's raining outside, go and live it up
You better keep your shoes tied if you want to run
Go ahead and get your hands dirty, what're you waiting for?
You will be getting that prize that you're playing for
When sky falls and shadows you
And the fog floats around you
Who will be around when you call?
Never thought about it much at all
I talked to the television, put my faith in an illusion
If I'm lost, well then, that's tough
Never believed in bad luck
When the tide is too high and you're giving up
When you are pushing so hard but it ain't enough
When their claws open wide, they will snatch you up
You will be getting that prize that you're playing for
And if I meet you outside, then we better go
Put all your money on the line if that's what you want
You got that look in your eyes, must be getting old
You will be getting that prize that you, that you've been playing for
