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 a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike

Would I know?

And in a white 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