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