I don't get many things right the first time In fact am told that a lot Now know all wrong turns stumbles and falls Brought me here And where was before day That saw your lovely face? see it everyday The luckiest What if I'd been born 50 years you house on street lived? Maybe be outside as passed bike Would know? in white sea of eyes one pair recognize love more than have ever found way to say Next door there's an old man who lived his 90's away sleep wife she stayed for couple days I'm sorry that's strange tell we belong