A Crow's Glory - Better Luck Next Time

For every 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