Testo Age Old Need

A pillow to rest my weary head
the end of a working day
the door to the dream left open
I won't be turned away
a winter coat for a wind so cold
the age of age old need
a town to live and call my own
a way and a will to succeed
Yes I am lucky
yes I am lucky
I'm a lucky man indeed
a town to live and call my own
a way and a will to succeed

I may search for happiness
and not know what it takes
and still be here a thousand years
and make the same mistakes

Yes I am lucky
yes I am lucky
I'm a lucky man indeed a town to live and call my own
a way and a will to succeed