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 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
Would I know
And in a wide see of eyes
I see one pair I recognize
And I know
That 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 the luckiest