Two Of The Lucky Ones

Standing on a hill, staring at a mountain;

Swallows dive and turn, trying to catch what we can't see;

Sure ain't the first time; hope it ain't the last time

When all the work is done, by the light of a setting sun;

We see what we've become -- two of the lucky ones.

The wind is gonna blow, trees are gonna sway in kind;

And babe, I know you know... that they don't have to try;

Sure ain't the first time; hope it ain't the last time

When all the work is done, by the light of a setting sun;

We see what we've become -- two of the lucky ones.

For the very first time, there's no words to be found;

Opened up our eyes, there was love all around --

When all the work is done, by the light of a setting sun;

We see what we've become -- two of the lucky ones.

Standing on a hill, staring at a mountain.