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 every day

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 the 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 then I have

Ever found the 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