Well first I missed my plane
So I wound up on your flight
And we got stuck in Dallas-Ft. Worth half the night
And the only vacant seat
You could find at gate twenty-nine
Was one next to mine
Call it fate, destiny
Call it luck you ended up with me
But some things are meant to be
Coincidence, circumstance
Or something bigger that's just out of our hands
Oh some things are meant to be
You said Atlanta was your home