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