A Lucky Guy

Yeah I was 22
Been to college and made it through
Everything's good at 22

A lawn chair out on a flat roof
Greet the day at the stroke of noon
With a pot of espresso and that day's Tribune

Lazing in the sun
With the crossword done
Fire up the grill
Crack open a beer
And have some fun

Put on a shirt and then hit the bars
Bright orange sky pock-marked with stars
Sit on the swings in the dark in the park
With a head full of coke and some woman
Who was up
For a lark

Then the summer turned to fall
And the money ran out
And I met you

I'm a lucky guy
Like Rickie said
Just a lucky guy