Ten minutes more, I'd have never seen
A face with the eyes from a magazine
You'd already gone but I came back to find you
Everything can change in a moment
I was on a road going nowhere
Maybe we were crazy or just drunk
But you filled the air into my lungs
I don't believe in fate so it must be luck
Guess I must be having some kind of run
Will I make a fortune or is love enough?
Busy making plans for some other day
Finding it hard to keep the story straight
But in the morning, we watched the sun arrive
And you stole a corner of my mind
I don't believe in fate so it must be luck
Guess I must be having some kind of run
Will I make a fortune or is love enough?
We ain't got it all worked out
Still catching up somehow
Never know what you have until it's gone
Well I don't believe in fate so it must be luck
Guess I must be having some kind of run
Will I make a fortune or is love enough?
WRITERS
Bryon Jones, Daniel Berriman Wallage, Jack Rollins, Nicholas William Francis Johnston