I am not one to tell
How it will be
What will come
Where we’ll land
Who we’ll meet
Who am I to brood and cry
And to always wonder why
What if I run into your arms
Would we carry on living
Would we exist?
I am not one to tell
How it will be
What will come
Where we’ll land
Who we’ll meet
Who am I to brood and cry
And to always wonder why
What if I run into your arms
Would we carry on living
Would we exist?