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