There’s a high pressure zone
In the Gulf of Mexico
Moving up from the Florida keys
It’s leaving the coast
For the green southern slopes
Stirring the leaves on the trees
Just think of all the motion
Of the wind and the ocean
That had to flow together all these miles
For that one gust of air
To lightly lift your hair
And give me this reason to smile

What are the chances
The stars would align?
The exact circumstances
For this moment in time?
What are the chances?

When the world was still new
Long before me and you
Or the study of geology
The continents shifted
Collided and lifted
And this mountain rose up from the sea
Random chance or reason
The tides and the seasons
Fell into the ocean like the rain
‘Til this evening arrived
And you looked in my eyes
And the world began turning again

I may be a foolish man
To think I glimpse a guiding hand
To bow my head and close my eyes
But what is the probablility
That you’d be here with me
The numbers do not lie
What are the chances?

What are the chances
The stars would align?
The exact circumstances
For this moment in time?
What are the chances?