You can throw your cares to the wind Just blowing in the breeze You can go for miles and miles, crawling on your knees You can enjoy the time of the year Pounding beers and a bottle of chiuck But good grief and good luck You could throw dreams to the wind Fall and get some rest Swim in shark infested waters Just hoping for the best Get a book of matches and a passport baby Start living in the belly of a whale But good grief and oh well Good grief and good luck You can dance in the wind Just blowing down the street You can walk across the city Yeah with nothing on your feet You can move to the country baby But who am I to judge Good grief and good luck You can drown in the sun, yeah, trials? To the night Do your hair in the moonlight in a mirror full of lies/lines? Just because it doesn’t kill you baby, doesn’t mean it’s such a life/saved your life? So good grief and goodnight