When I'm feeling down, can't figure why
It's my guilty soul, it's bleeding me dry
When I think of the suffering people
Who would give anything to be free
Would I still believe God was a kind man
If that suffering person was me?

In my comfy chair with you by my side
With our lives to share, nothing to hide
Though I know that we may have some problems
But I know that the problems are few
For the kind of attention you give me
Won't allow me to be overblue

And I know just how lucky we are
Just how lucky we are.