Better Luck Next Time - Michael Feinstein

«For ev’ry rose that withers and dies

Another blooms in its stead

A new love waits to open its eyes

After the old love is dead»

That sounds all right in a careless rhyme

But there’s seldom a second time

Better luck next time

That could never be

Because there ain’t gonna be no next time for me

No, siree

Made up my mind to make another start

I’ve made my mind up but I can’t make up my heart

I’d like a new lucky day

That would be nice

But this comes just once in a lifetime

Not twice

So don’t say

Better luck next time

That can never be

Because there ain’t gonna be no next time for me