What Luck

She's a silky smooth beauty 
She's a lonely man's darling 
She's a concrete king's dream 
Of what he thinks must be starlight 

She's the full moon at midnight 
She's why the watchmen keep waiting 
She's the flash of inspiration 
In the great masters' paintings 

She's the nails in the door frame 
She's that urge to applaud 
She makes the madmen climb mountains 
To get closer to God 

She's the tide on the rocks 
She's why the Queen wears pearls 
She's the ambition in men 
To take over the world. 

She's your grandma's Victrola 
She made Pheidippides run 
She's the power of an idea 
Whose time has finally come 

And with all of these empires 
Gettin brought to their knees 
Oh what luck could have struck 
That she'd be standin with me?