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 every day
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 lived
Maybe I'd be outside
as you passed on your bike
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 then I have
ever found the 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