In this film you'll find The very worst of times Have a habit of turning themselves around Whether you're dying of thirst in the sonoran Or about to drown in the puget sound . . or just falling in and out of love I was followed all the way in By an irrestible full moon Thought i'd never be seen again Found myself lost up until noon Then i was relieved of the desert scorch Picked up by a pick-em-up truck way off course Never had me a more beautiful day Can't believe my luck I was tossed out into the sea Cold cold waters tried to redesign me Tide would rather me stay on its side Told me the undertow was the way to go My clothes soaked it up And down i'd go Till fetched by a passer-by passing by In a well worn chris-craft First came the shout out Then the life raft So stunningly stuck Can't believe my luck Well, she was of a beauty this world has seldom seen Very few could see it, if you know what i mean The heart thrills by her side Till the first tear spills And heartache's in over ride Well its eventually true What the scribes have writ Its better to have loved and lost Then never have lived through it How did i get so lucky?