The Luckiest by Ben Folds Five

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 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 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
That i know


That i am
I am
I am
The luckiest