Then you suffer Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass When you believe in things that you don't understand Very superstitious, writings on the wall Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past

Everyone considered him the coward of the county "Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done Walk away from trouble if you can I hope you're old enough to understand Son, you don't have to fight to be a man" He'd never stood one single time to prove

When you believe in things that you don't understand Then you suffer Very superstitious, writing on the wall Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past

Two hearts trying to understand How we're gonna get there One way, everything's gonna be away When we're both trying to drive One wheel, four hands 'Cause you're not always right It's not like I don't try This is where we belong But darling, I'm on your

Time passes in the constant state And I wouldn't understand that I would try to play along I took it with me But when things are thrown away like they are daily So if that is how it is I don't wanna be a star But a stone on the shore Long door, frame the

You know some people They just wont understand They just wont understand these things Thank you for your message But I don't understand No, I just wont understand these things Well I know you are strong May your journey be long So come sit down

You know some people They just wont understand They just wont understand these things Thank you for your message But I don't understand No, I just wont understand these things Well I know you are strong May your journey be long So come sit down

This gift will last forever This gift will never let you down Some things are made from better stuff And you don't give up Your heart's in wide receiving Been too long buried in the sand Just try to understand If you long enough If you're strong enough

Baby don't go, ah Baby don't go Body language she's a poet That she doesn't even know it Girl you keep them like ooh ooh Shawty so incredible Little mama understands The way you do the things you do Nobody else can

When you believe in things that you don't understand Then you suffer Very superstitious, writing on the wall Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past