By Ben Folds
I don't get many things right in this life
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns
The stumbles, the 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 the luckiest
What if I'd been born fifty years before you
In a house on the street where you live
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?
And in a wide sea of eyes
I'd see a pair I recognize
And I know
That 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
And I know
That I am the luckiest