I used to think, maybe if I can
just learn to live until I die,
I’d be a very lucky guy,
or, maybe,
if I could learn to cry whenever
I needed to cry,
I’d be a very lucky guy,
or, maybe,
if I could learn to just talk
and never, never need to lie,
I’d be a very lucky guy.
See,
I used to not know what
I really needed to do.

Now,
I know the only thing
I needed to do was find the one
person who knew the only thing
she needed to do was find the one person
who knew what he needed to do.

Get the picture?

Then,
all we needed to do was
know what to do, together.

Maybe,

split a piece of peach pie
or
take an Autumn Sunday afternoon ride.

See,
I did that,
finally,
and that’s why
I’m a very lucky guy.