Ben Folds, “The Luckiest”

When Christina was getting ready for her wedding with all of us, one of the bridesmaids was playing DJ with the iPhones in the room, of which there were three. Christina said she wanted to hear Ben Folds’ “The Luckiest,” but no one had it. I asked the bridesmaid, Mary, to swap out my ipod for hers and while a patient woman did my make up I downloaded the song on iTunes. Mary came back over for it and played the song.

“You found it,” said Christina, happily. I smiled.

I knew I’d heard it before, probably in college or on Pandora, and I didn’t really listen to it then when we were getting ready, but I recognized it when I heard it again that night; it was Christina and B.C.’s first dance as a couple at the reception. I knew then why she had wanted to hear it.

I’ve listened to it several times since then and I seriously have a hard time hearing it without tearing up. It’s perfect. It’s their song.

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

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

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?

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

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you

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

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

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