The Luckiest

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 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 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