How Lucky We Are
One day we’ll get outta this shitty apartment
One day is all it takes for things to turn around now
All I know is I got you and you got me, babe
And when that morning comes
I’ll make coffee and you’ll read the paper
We’ll talk about our plans
And I’ll keep saying how lucky we are
One day we’ll get in the car and drive anywhere we wanna go
And then we’ll stay in a five star, mini-bar, luxury hotel room
Cuz all I know is I got you and you got me, babe
And when that morning comes
I’ll make coffee and you’ll read the paper
We’ll talk about our plans
And I’ll keep saying how lucky we are
How lucky we are, oh oh oh
How lucky we are, oh oh oh
How lucky we are, oh oh oh
How lucky we are, are, are…
One day we’ll turn on the tv and we won’t see nothing ’bout war…
And when that morning comes
I’ll make coffee and you’ll read the paper
We’ll talk about our plans
And I’ll keep saying how lucky we are
How lucky, how lucky we are
Oh how lucky, how lucky, how lucky we are
Oh how lucky, how lucky, how lucky we are
Oh how lucky, how lucky, how lucky we are
—Meiko
Everytime I’m listening to her on Itunes I think back to last july; to Livvy; to a damn lot of things. Afternoon light on the ceiling of my apartment, late afternoon summer blue sky, the pine tree that I see through my window…
The day we spent together not doing a lot of things.
Sunbathing.
Waiting.
Wandering in downtown Rouen.
Holding each other.
Days that ended too quickly but began slowly.
Waking up at 10AM and getting up at 1PM.
I love Meiko’s songs.