What Are the Odds?

Woah the pressures' been building, I could feel it all day
I'm eating dinner alone with Sinatra softly playing
And that's when I hear the thunder clap

The door it swings open, you run in from the rain
We get to talking, oh girl I just can't explain
Tell me what are the odds...

That you'd stop in this restaurant in St. Paul, Minnesota
At 9pm on Tuesday when you're bound for Manitoba in a
Car whose windshield wipers unexpectedly stopped working as it began to rain

You know the solar systems' working just like smallest atom to
Make sure on this day we'd have the perfect weather pattern to
Put you in my life for only this one moment so I've got to ask you to dance

I got lost in the city before I could blink
Found a roof with a view and I order myself a drink
And that's when I hear it through the crowd

A beautiful voice asking me where I'm from
With a soft southern drawl that carries me straight back home
Tell me what are the odds...

That you'd be on this rooftop in Rio De Janeiro at
8:02 on Sunday the 9th of Februar-o
I've been wandering for months and you're a million miles from home
Can ya tell me what are the odds...

That in the cosmic desolation that stretches on forever
That Rio would exist and we would end up here together with the
Stars bright in the sky and that samba in the air you know I've got to ask...
You to dance

I ask if you believe in God
Something bigger than religion and a set of laws
You pause, and then you say

I don't know, but I'd sure like to
And on a perfect night like this that ain't so hard to do
Look around, I mean, really what are the odds?

I ask if you believe in God
Something bigger than religion and a set of laws
You pause for a moment, then you say

I don't know, but I'd sure like to
And on a perfect night like this that ain't so hard to do
Look around, I mean, really what are the odds?



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Writer(s): Peter Campbell
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