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?