Only Superstition





A copper ?? 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 and line.

Some numbers are badder than others, 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 cannot expect. 



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.