I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that a lot.
Now I know all the wrong turns,
The stumbles and falls,
Brought me here.
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know
That I am, I am
I am the luckiest
What if I'd been born
Fifty years before you
In a house
On the street where you live.
Maybe I'd be outside
As you passed on your bike.
But would I know
And in a wide sea of eyes,
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know
That I am, I am
I am the luckiest
I love you more than I have
Ever found a way to say to you
Next door there's an old man
Who lived to his nineties
And one day passed away in his sleep.
And his wife
She stayed for a couple of days
And passed away.
I'm sorry I know that's a
Strange way to tell you that I know
We belong.
That I know
That I am, I am
I am the luckiest.