A scrapbook on my lap. A soft head on my shoulder.
Behind loose plastic pages are some fading photographs
Peculiar fashion styles In the corner there's a baby
Behind the infant smile is a heart I recognize.
What was I doing then? Learning to take some steps.
Then walking through adolescence some thousand miles away.
And up in heaven God called a meeting.
And in the space that was next to mine he chose
to write your name.
I never understood our weather here. Or how together life and death must dance.
But I'll forever be most baffled by the subtle glances from who I landed.
What are the chances
There's the place where the story about us started and took the stage.
Either way I am going to stay.
Though the waves will try to pull me away