Sometimes It's Something

She was quite a looker
Way beyond just pretty
Him, he was an average joe
Like many from the city
Later when I asked her
She couldn't tell me why
But something made her smile
Every time he walked by

She said he had an innocence
Combined with something more
Touched her in a certain way
No one had done before
She could always pick and choose
From cream right off the top
He had learned along the way
To like the things he got

Sometimes it's something best left to chance
Sometimes it's something you choose
Sometimes it's something that will last
Sometimes something you lose
Sometimes it's something that you can touch
Sometimes it's something you feel
Sometimes it's something that you make up
Sometimes it's something that's real

Would it make it easy
If we had some way to know?
When the time was right
For us to stay or us to go?
Would it cut out one bad ending
Help us find "the one"
Help us know we have it
Or know when we are done

Is there any explanation
What causes things to start?
Is there really any logic
To the theorems of the heart?
Some happen in an instant
Some slowly over time
Some are picked when they are ripe
Some wither on the vine

Sometimes it's something best left to chance
Sometimes it's something you choose
Sometimes it's something that will last
Sometimes something you lose
Sometimes it's something that you can touch
Sometimes it's something you feel
Sometimes it's something that you make up
Sometimes it's something that's real

Sometimes it's something that you can touch
Sometimes it's something you feel
Sometimes it's something that you make up
Sometimes it's something real