Shown a light in the dark
singing how the gray angel's arc
won't float in the flood
rising on above
rats are using pebbles
to flow with the crest,
cause chances are
chances are
not too good
still the chances are

out of flavor and bitter
our savior's the pick of the litter
pure promotion to become better
nothing ever tastes the way
it surely should taste
until you start to save
earnings hard
chances are

I'll feel worst at first
can't always turn it around

riots there in the air,
stampede on the ground
no one's looking glass
our directions a mess
and abstinence is surely passed
grand tests understand
how statistics are
dance and star
one of a kind
but chances are