(Billy Dean/Tim Nichols)



Remember Ricky told Diane when he slipped

That gold ring on her hand it was there to stay

Now the attorneys are on the phone

Dividingup everything they own

They're going separate ways



So many hearts get wasted

In those Ricky and Diane cases

And I hate to see good love die young



Oh we're two of the lucky ones

Love will save a few then bury some

The heart grows fond or the heart goes numb

I knew from the first star we wished upon

We're two of the lucky ones



Now just like Ricky and Diane

Love could have slipped right throught our hands

But we kept holding on

Call it good fortune or you call it fate

But the luck we've had we've had to make

By working hard at home



So many hearts get wasted

When they stop bending they start breaking

The longer we love the more we learn



Oh we're two of the lucky ones

Love will save a few then bury some

The heart grows fond or the heart goes numb

I knew from the first star we wished upon

We're two of the lucky ones



Girl we're two of the lucky ones