I don't get many things right the first timeIn fact, I am told that a lotNow I know all the wrong turnsThe stumbles and falls brought me hereWhere was I before the dayThat I first saw your lovely faceNow I see it every dayAnd I knowThat I amI amI amThe luckiestWhat if I'd been bornFifty years before youIn a houseOn a streetWhere you livedMaybe I'dBe outsideAs you passedOn your bikeWould I knowAnd in a wide sea of eyesI see one pairThat I recognizeAnd I knowThat I amAnd I amAnd I knowThat I amI amI amThe luckiestI love you more than I haveEver found a way to sayI love you more than I have ever found a way to sayI love you more than I have ever found a way to sayTo sayTo youNext doorThere's an old manWho lived to his 90sAnd one dayPassed awayIn his sleepAnd his wifeShe stayed for a couple of daysAnd passed awayI'm sorryI know that's aStrange way to tell youThat I knowWe belongThat IKnowThat IAmIAmIAmThe luckiest