Lucky

Another set of tears
flowing down those used-up tracks
you tell me "he's a dog"
knowing full-well you'd take him back.

You don't want to be alone,
but it must be cold there in his shade
since he's blocking all the light
there at the head of your parade.

He broke your heart
but it's still ticking
look around you, this world's still
ripe for the picking.

So step out, walk away, 
head straight towards the sun
you'll look back someday knowing:
you were the lucky one.

You don't need a rhyme or reason, 
no, it won't be different "this time".
You've survived the fall (congratulations)
now its time to start that climb