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 knowThat I am, I am, I am, the luckiestWhat 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 recognizeAnd I knowThat I am, I am, I am, the luckiestI love you more then have
Ever found the way to say
To youNext 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 awayI'm sorry I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong,That I knowThat I am, I am, I am, the luckiest