Maybe I could stick my feet in a wishing well Pocket full of pennies, maybe I could get some help I got a hole in my heart like the holes in my jeans I try to patch it up with anything and everything But it ain't working, so why do we believe In every little thing that rips us at the seams? Whoa, hoh, oh, hoh We're the lucky ones Whoa, hoh, oh, hoh We're the lucky ones, baby 'Cause there's no such thing as chance You gotta play what's in your hands Whoa, hoh, oh, hoh We're the lucky ones Maybe I could bet my love on a four-leaf clover The winter house, then you know it's over It's cold in my soul like it's cold outside Cross my heart and I hope to find the love that lasts a lifetime But I ain't there yet, so why do we give Give our hearts away to those things that only break? Whoa, hoh, oh, hoh We're the lucky ones Whoa, hoh, oh, hoh We're the lucky ones, baby 'Cause there's no such thing as chance You gotta play what's in your hands Whoa, hoh, oh, hoh We're the lucky ones Ain't gonna live my life by the roll of the dice, no Ain't gonna live my life by the roll of the dice So why do we believe In every little thing that rips us at the seams? Whoa, hoh, oh, hoh We're the lucky ones Whoa, hoh, oh, hoh We're the lucky ones, little baby 'Cause there's no such thing as chance You gotta play what's in your hands Whoa, hoh, oh, hoh We're the lucky ones Whoa, hoh, oh, hoh We're the lucky ones Oh, oh We're the lucky ones, baby 'Cause there's no such thing as chance You gotta play what's in your hands Hoh, hoh, no, no, no, no Little baby You gotta play what's in your hands Little baby So why, so why, so why do we believe? I said, no, no, no So why, so why, so why do we believe? Little baby We're the lucky ones, little baby