Toco madera

Your GPS says you're drifting away
Your point is moving, but where to and to whom?
I knew it was coming but didn’t know when, oh
We can’t see where we’re headed, but we’re speeding up

Everyone thinks there’s something better out there
Doesn’t matter what the goal is, just win the race
Just in case, I knock on wood
(Here it goes)

I knock on wood, I knock on wood (knock, knock)
I knock on wood, I knock on wood (knock, knock)
I knock on wood, I knock on wood (knock, knock)
I knock on wood, I knock on wood (superstition and key)
I knock on wood, I knock on wood (knock, knock)
I knock on wood, I knock on wood (knock, knock)
I knock on wood, I knock on wood (knock, knock)
I knock on wood (knock on–, knock on wood)

Your GPS tracks your steps wherever they go
We create wise machines like baking bread
You brought a soaked soul, but the gunpowder’s dry
And you entered my life like Pancho Villa in Zacatecas
I’m not sure if you’re my guard or my jailer
I wasn’t superstitious, but today I’m not who I was
And just in case

I knock on wood, I knock on wood (knock, knock, oh)
I knock on wood, I knock on wood (knock)
I knock on wood, I knock on wood (knock, knock)
I knock on wood, I knock on wood (superstition and key)
I knock on wood, I knock on wood (knock, knock, oh)
I knock on wood, I knock on wood (knock, knock, oh)
I knock on wood, I knock on wood (oh-oh)
I knock on wood, I knock on wood (knock on–)

Wood, wood
Wood, wood (wood, like superstition and key)
I knock on wood, wood (knock, knock)
Wood, wood (uh)
Wood, wood (knock, knock)
Wood, wood
Knock on–, knock on–, knock on–