The Luckiest - Markus Landgren

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