Give me a moment
I'd always thought
Of violins and flowers
Or lines that I'd crossed

Not of this rainy Sunday in the spring
Not even knowing what my life has been

Fifty more summers
One by a lake
In upstate New York where
We'd land by mistake

Won't see the galaxy for all the stars
Just the steady humble beating of the heart

I've stuck to every plan
Trying to get through
But baby, what's the chance
We'll make it

A different picture, a broken phone
Wouldn't have met you
Couldn't have known

The algorithm chuckles to itself
But your breath may be the softest I have felt

I've stuck to every plan
Trying to get through
But baby, what's the chance
That we'll make it

Through it all
Through it all
Through it all
Through it all