Linda

Linda lyrics

Official lyrics for “Linda” by Festival Guy.

Here’s a tender, 70s-soft-rock style ballad—with a wink to the lottery vibe.

Lucky in the Glow (Linda)

Verse 1 Late-night numbers on the TV glow, Coffee cup of hope, I’m tuned to your show. Every ball that rises feels like fate, Every smile you give says it’s not too late.

Pre-Chorus I’ve been chasing chances, saving dimes, Writing little wishes in the margins of time.

Chorus Linda, please pick my balls tonight, Let the little white stars fall just right. Spin that silver drum under studio lights— Linda, please pick my balls tonight.

Verse 2 From Waukegan down to old Cicero, Neighbors hush to hear the numbers roll. In your voice a calm Midwest breeze, Turning all my maybes into possibilities.

Pre-Chorus I’ve been lucky just to see you smile, Hold my breath and dream a little while.

Chorus Linda, please pick my balls tonight, Let the little white stars fall just right. Spin that silver drum under studio lights— Linda, please pick my balls tonight.

Bridge It’s more than money, it’s a sign, That the odds can bend for a heart like mine. Take my ticket, make it true, Seven, twenty-three, and a wish for two.

Verse 3 (soft) When the last ball settles into place, I see forever shining in your face.

Final Chorus (ad-lib) Linda, please pick my balls tonight (from the velvet drum), Numbers dancing in the light (hear the tumblers hum). If luck is love in black and white, Linda, please pick my balls tonight.

Outro Goodnight, Chicago—fade the neon bright, If it’s not tonight, I’ll see you Monday night.