Post-War - M Ward

Don’t they love you in mysterious ways

You say, yeah, but this is now and that was then

Put a dollar into the machine

And you’ll remember when

I know when everything feels wrong

I’ve got some hard, hard proof in this song

I’ll know when everything feels right

Some lucky night, some lucky night

Say, the money just ain’t what it used to be

Man, how we used to tear apart this town?

Put a dollar into the machine

And you’ll remember how

Oh, yeah

I know when everything feels wrong

I’ve got some hard, hard proof in this song

I’ll know when everything feels right

Some lucky night, some lucky night

Some lucky