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 had 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 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

Ben Folds brings the tears to my eyes every time. It used to be because I didn’t have that kind of love and then because I did and then because I didn’t again and then because I did … yeah, it just gets me in the tear ducts.

Mood: melancholic
Drinking: coffee, black, room temperature
Listening To: big trucks on the highway
Hair: all over the place