Chris Pierce What Are The Chances
What are the chances,
of running into you
Standing out on the edge,
looking for a clue
Staring home at the stars
waiting for God
to show me the way
to your heart
And here you are
out of the blue
I found you
I found you again
What are the chances, of finding a needle in a haystack
What are the chances, to turn the time back
What are the chances, tell me the truth
What are the chances, of ever finding you
Here you are
here you are
Out of the blue
I found you,again
I found you again
When you lose your faith
and the hope is gone
Never give in you got to carry on
carry on
What are the chances, of finding a needle in a haystack
What are the chances, to turn the time back
What are the chancs, tell me the truth
What are the chances, of ever finding you
