Lyrics:

a throat with a heart in it stuck in traffic
a ticket and a mind to fly
an alarm clock still drunk and high

sanity painting her mask on
all the way across town
a compact frown
projected on her retina upside down

you're an avalanche of detour signs
falling off a truck
swooning like a boxer
that is too dizzy to duck
your decisions turn around
and make you back and then you're stuck
and then good luck
good luck

a lock with a key in it that ain't turning
smoke filling up behind door
a fire with a purpose being ignored

a body slipping into disease
quietly making that choice
while the joy drains out of a voice

you're an avalanche of detour signs
falling off a truck
swooning like a boxer
that is too dizzy to duck
your decisions turn around
and make you back and then you're stuck
and then good luck
good luck