A copper coin
I see has found its way to me
It's old and it's old and it's old
Making me cry
I sleep but I will not move
Too scared to leave my room
But I won't be defeated, oh no
What if cars don't go my way?
And it's sure to spoil my day
But in voices loud and clear
You say to me it's only superstition
It's only your imagination
It's only all of the things that you fear
And the things from which you can't escape
Keep clean for the thousandth time
Stand still and wait in line
Some numbers are badder than others, oh no
What if cars don't go my way?
And it's sure to spoil my dayBut in voices loud and clear
You say to me it's only superstition
It's only your imagination
It's only all of the things that you fear
And the things from which you cannot escape
But it's making me cry, and it's making me cry
And I'm slipping away and I'm slipping away
It's only superstition, only your imagination
It's only superstition, only superstition
