Luck In Odd Numbers

And each chance I get to get close to you The shadows come and the late afternoon makes The warmth withdraw like a dive bell sinks The air turns to octopus ink I met her at the county fair My first impressions cleaved in pairs She had hair that tumbled, eyes of steam All nature seemed in harmony The times you only feel one way Are times that you remember most But then you're wrong cause most those times You really have been feeling both I met her at the chestnut tree And all despair abandoned me Down by the armoury we walked And music was the words she talked Where does all the good luck lie? Go one, three, five, seven and nine Show me where those bright lodes glow Go deeper in the mountain side Tell me, which way if my luck deserts? Dig deeper in that rock and dirt And which way when the good luck dies? Go over, under, side by side And I, I hear a knock on my door Someone's waiting outside Waiting outside, what for? My ride And beneath moonless hills Chinese nocturnes breathe Cantonese through young Joe Byrne Horsefly, shanghaied, "Stay home And you won't ever be alone", they lied The engineer fortuity Her tool box full with mercury Lobs heart attacks from chandeliers Sends rescuers with frozen beards And other empty monologues About mineshafts trimmed like synagogues Man, she don't hate the ones she kills But she don't love the mouths she fills And if it's all supposed to mean something It ain't nothing he's interested in One thing Joe Byrne won't never know Is you only get what you let go He pitched his tent down Havilah So he won't ever have to travel far It don't matter; Chinese or Afghan All that he wants grows on dry land Which way when my good luck dies? Go one, three, five, seven and nine Show me where the doomed roam free With poppy seeds and armoured hides Which way if my luck deserts? Dig deeper in that frozen dirt And which way when my good luck dies? Go over, under, side by side And I hear an engine running And I see a headlamp shine And I feel my heart is sinking And Lord Lord my ride Lord my ride Is waiting outside what for? To be nailed to a door To be nailed to a door To be nailed to a door