Lucky Duck

You’re in London lucky duck
And I’m stuck here in Bakersfield
Waiting to come and meet you
Waiting to give you a hug and show
You how much I’ve changed
And how much we can really like each other now.

You’re in London lucky duck
And I’m sitting here in my room
Thinking of all the books you’ve read
And recommended like the teacher you are.
I miss your brown hair and gray-blue eyes
Looking at me with fire, spunk and wit.

You’re in London lucky duck
And I’m just a party girl in Bakersfield
Waiting for God to show up
And change everything around
So that life isn’t recognizable anymore
He’s already done that for you hasn’t he?

You’re in London lucky duck
And I’m still awake at 4 a.m.
Sneezing and feeling good-naturedly jealous
Think about what it will be like
To see you in Newark, New Jersey
Shining with the gloss of a sun kiss.

You’re in London lucky duck
And I’m just 21 years old
Still too young to have such an old soul
And maybe when I’m older and
Your children want to come live
With their naughty aunt I’ll be satisfied.

You’re in London lucky duck
And I’m thinking about how much
This whole world with all its bells
And jangles and whistles, with all its
Happiness and sadness and jealousies
Could never amount to how much I love you.