I don't get many things right the first timeIn fact, I am told that a lotNow I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and fallsBrought me hereAnd where was I before the dayThat I first saw your lovely face?Now I see it everydayAnd I knowThat I amI amI amThe luckiestWhat if I'd been born fifty years before youIn a house on a street where you lived?Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bikeWould I know?And in a white sea of eyesI see one pair that I recognizeAnd I knowThat I amI amI amThe luckiestI love you more than I have ever found a way to say to youNext door there's an old man who lived to his ninetiesAnd one day passed away in his sleepAnd his wife; she stayed for a couple of daysAnd passed awayI'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belongThat I knowThat I amI amI amThe luckiestThis is a song by Ben Folds. He is an amazing songwriter. You should check out his album if you get the chance.
