Only Superstition

　　Only superstition

　　A cardboard inner-city

　　Has found its way to me

　　It＇s out, and it＇s out, and it＇s out

　　Making me cry

　　I think that I will not move

　　I＇m too scared to leave my room

　　But I won＇t be defeated, oh no

　　What if cards don＇t go my way?

　　Then it＇s sure to spoil my day

　　But in voices loud and clear

　　You say to me it＇s only superstition

　　It＇s only your imagination

　　It＇s only your other things that you feel

　　And the things from which you can＇t escape

　　Keep clean for the thousandth time

　　Stand still and wait in line

　　So nobody＇s better than others, oh no

　　What if cards don＇t go my way?

　　Then it＇s sure to spoil my day

　　But in voices loud and clear

　　You say to me it＇s only superstition

　　It＇s only your imagination

　　It＇s only your other things that you feel

　　And the things from which you can＇t explain

　　And it＇s making me cry

　　And it＇s making me cry

　　And I＇m slipping away, love

　　I＇m slipping away

　　It＇s only superstition

　　Only your imagination

　　It＇s only superstition

　　Only superstition