Written 10th January 1999. Vocals: Stefanie.

Sitting in the park on a cloudy morning,

Watching pigeons peck at pieces of food,

It is my birthday and I’m feeling empty.

Like the boxes I’d opened before,

I wish that I could be opening some more,

‘Cause I’m ungrateful.

As I’m sitting there, someone comes to join me,

He looks freezing cold and in need of food,

He’s about my age and I think he’s homeless.

Lives in boxes I’d opened before,

I wish that I could be doing some more,

To help my acquaintance…

And I’m feeling so lucky - I’ve got everything I need,

Got a shirt on my back and a roof over my head.

So I’m feeling so lucky - I’ve got everything I need,

Got a meal and a drink and a comfortable, warm bed.

He starts telling me all about his troubles,

But he never grumbles – never complains.

So I buy some food, and he is so thankful,

And he shares with the birds on the street,

Who have worn out the soles of their feet.

I now feel humbled.

And I’m feeling so lucky - I’ve got everything I need,

Got a shirt on my back and a roof over my head.

So I’m feeling so lucky - I’ve got everything I need,

Got a meal and a drink and a comfortable, warm bed.

And I’m feeling so lucky - I’ve got everything I need,

Got a shirt on my back and a roof over my head.

So I’m feeling so lucky - I’ve got everything I need,

Got a meal and a drink and a comfortable, warm bed.