You dust the bottles on the bar counter

You're writing screenplays on the side

Three nights a week can keep a girl workin

Sometimes it's good to lose your pride.

These things we do to keep the flame burnin

And write our fire in the sky

Another day to see the world turnin

Another avenue to try.

It's in the Luck of the Draw, Baby

The Natural Law

Forget those movies you saw, little Baby

It's in the Luck of the Draw, Baby

The Natural Law

(flame keep on burnin)

Forget those movies you saw, little Baby

(wheel ever turnin).

You turn around and say it's last orders

You fix the ribbon in your hair

Tomarrow's letter by the hall doorway

Could be the answer to your prayers.