she was the one who caught the bouquet the night of her best
friend's wedding day she was the one who caught the bouquet
a token that God must want it that way and on the quest for her
Mr. Right she said, "I do" where the lonely give in they were
married on the way, and oh, nothing's sadder than the
words, "it might have been" he was the one but promises dull
when Jesus becomes expendable expecting to find what never was
there but doesn't it still beat solitaire? she'd heard
that time turns desire to love and that the Lord had it all in
control so marry two half people, and oh, shouldn't one
make the other whole? swallowing hard, 'cause you knew
better before desperate for someone to blame and does it matter
that he's gone again? and nothing's sadder than the
words, "it might have been" she was the one the bouquet deceived
believer who never could believe and now she's the one
who's lonely again she's wondering how it
might've been