(Billy Dean/Tim Nichols)      Remember Ricky told Diane when he slipped   That gold ring on her hand it was there to stay   Now the attorneys are on the phone   Dividingup everything they own   They're going separate ways.      So many hearts get wasted   In those Ricky and Diane cases   And I hate to see good love die young.      Oh we're two of the lucky ones   Love will save a few then bury some   The heart grows fond or the heart goes numb   I knew from the first star we wished upon   We're two of the lucky ones.      Now just like Ricky and Diane   Love could have slipped right throught our hands   But we kept holding on   Call it good fortune or you call it fate   But the luck we've had we've had to make   By working hard at home.      So many hearts get wasted   When they stop bending they start breaking   The longer we love the more we learn.      Oh we're two of the lucky ones   Love will save a few then bury some   The heart grows fond or the heart goes numb   I knew from the first star we wished upon   We're two of the lucky ones.      Girl we're two of the lucky ones...