the luckiest

I don't get many things right the first time
In fact, I am told that alot
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 everyday 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 a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike
Would I know?
And in a white 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 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
That I know

That I am, I am, I am the luckiest

(Ben Folds "The Luckiest")