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