The Luckiest

The Luckiest - Markus Landgren

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 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 the street where you live

Maybe I'd be outside

As you passed on your bike

But 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 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 I am

I am the luckiest