Through

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