I'm sitting wondering, watching the parade 
In my ever-present chair 
People laughing and smiles all around me 
Balloons and paper in my hair 
There's a man in a car with the top down 
Waving wildly at me "The poor son of a gun", 
I know he's thinking 
Better him, him than me 
I've stared down the devil, and had to look away 
Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came 
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played 
That's alright, 
I'm a lucky one 
Such a fortunate son 
I was always taught well, taught well 
To be the strong one and keep it inside 
But sometimes 
I sit beside the freeway 
And howl out at the dark, dark sky 
I might just have to go out and burn one 
Have a drink or a few 
Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke 
And give the old man's best salute 
I've stared down the devil, and had to look away 
Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came 
Laid down odd and even, but double zero played 
That's alright, 
I'm a lucky one 
Such a fortunate son