My Lucky

Fished it from the shallows where the water ran thin A little gray stone with one good eye worn in Three dunks to charge it… hold your breath for seven Whisper through the hole… send it up to heaven The wishes all outgrew it… one ordinary day But my thumb still knows the way My lucky's got a hole in it And it's worn down to a shine Thumbed through every white-knuckle minute Every crooked mile is mine It survived the wash… it jingles with my keys Done time in waiting rooms… in a fist between my knees The magic all wore off… or maybe it wore in Ask the smooth spot on it… where my thumb has been The wishes quit being wishes… they're things I don't say But my thumb still knows the way My lucky's got a hole in it And it's worn down to a shine Thumbed through every white-knuckle minute Every crooked mile is mine I never thank it out loud… scared I'd break the spell. If all it does is nothing… it does nothing well. My lucky's got a hole in it And it's worn down to a shine Thumbed through every white-knuckle minute Every crooked mile is mine What's it still good for?… Gettin' me here… My lucky's got a hole in it… And it fits me just fine I'm walking down the water line… small hands in the shallows Dunk it once, dunk it twice, third one goes to heaven Hold your breath… four, five, six… spend it all on seven Careful. It's charged.