Letra de 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