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
Burke was standing at the front waiting; this was the day that he would get married. He had been looking forward to this day since Cristina moved in, picturing their future and remembering their past. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when the music started playing and the doors opened: then he saw her. She was a vision in white. The dress was something she had argued and protested against, but Burke knew she secretly loved it. He was so happy, this woman, this vision, in less than an hour would be his wife.
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
Cristina looked right at Burke and smiled. He looked ridiculous, grinning from ear to ear. His tux was perfect to the T with a boutonniere that matched her bouquet and the flowers in her hair. She really wasn't one of those girls who pictured or even imagine her wedding, but this wedding was more than what she wanted. She didn't mind though, she was marrying Burke. And reaching him was a matter of steps away.
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?
How could he have known that coffee was going to lead to this? Maybe if he didn't give her coffee they would have been no baby, no key, and no silence. But if it wasn't for the coffee he wouldn't have Cristina.
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
She was embarrassed to admit to admit that she still had that coffee cup; tucked in the back of her locker, next to the post it note and one of his scrub caps. She saw it every morning before rounds. No matter how tired or cranky she was, whenever she saw it, she smiled.
I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you
When was it when he realized he loved her? Was it in the beginning or somewhere along the way? He remembers when he first told her, that night when she was asleep. He had thought about it all day at work, when she I tell her? Burke didn't know how she would react, would she laugh? Would she leave? Or would she say it back? He was scared and Saying it to her while she was asleep seemed to erase his fears.
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
She was only a few steps away from him, from her future. What was lying ahead for them? Was it kids with a white picket fence? Would he be chief and she be chief resident? Would it be smooth or rocky? But all of her doubts were quickly resolved when he smiled and put out his hand for her.
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
In that moment, hand in hand, almost husband and wife, with grins plastered across their faces, they knew that they were the luckiest.
