Steve Simpson

 
 

Better Late CD 2006

What Are The Odds

03:32
Steve Simpson
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Lyrics

We met one summer day, some might say, by chance, You caught me sneaking my second second glance. And now we’re snuggled tight on this autumn night counting the stars, For what we’ve got, I wonder what the probabilities are. Chorus What are the odds stardust would make people, And they’d combine through generations to make you. What are the odds on this big world you’d pass where I stood, But when it’s God who does the dealing, the odds are pretty good. You say statistically, two of three will fail, And I can’t argue that, I know it all too well. But that means one of three was meant to be, and we’re on that list, But if that bet still makes you fret, just answer me this. Chorus Out of a million billion galaxies, A single star shines eternally, Just for me, And you are that one. What are the odds stardust would make people, And they’d combine through generations to make you. What are the odds on this big world you’d pass where I stood, But when it’s God who does the dealing, From a deck stacked to His ceiling, If two hearts give him that feeling, The odds are really good. Steve: vocals and guitar Chris Rosser: piano, bass guitar, guitar River Guerguerian: percussion Herschel Lee Brown: harmony vocals