Compatibility and chemistry are nice
and I’m open to the idea that I’m old-fashioned, but I still believe in ‘the one’.
…..I’m also believer in the one after,
And chances are there were a few before him,
And if I’m doing it right, there will be a handful later on.
I met two ones, once – Almost at the same time, and they never found out about the other cause no one wants to hear they’re one of two; people are sensitive.
Maybe I’ll find one 20 years from now and settle down someplace – start living right.
Maybe I met the one five years ago and messed it up, and it won’t hit me until five years from now while I’m eating cold cereal with no milk for dinner.
I met one who taught me something I needed to know to get me where I was going,
and I met another one right after who taught me what I needed to know when I got there.
And when I was done heading wherever I went next, I met another one. He wasn’t a long one, but he was plenty long enough.
There’s one that calls me every couple of years,
Hoping I’ve gown up,
Hoping I’ll slow down,
And I haven’t,
And I might not.
And that doesn’t seem to stop him none.
Like clockwork, he’ll call me again,
Get him a few more ones between then,
and we’ll talk about ’em all when we see each other again,
There was one I wouldn’t talk to twice if it was up to me,
And there was one I wouldn’t have talked to once if I had been a little wiser.
There was one that could have been, but I wasn’t ready,
And there were a few ones that couldn’t have been ready for me.
There was one who stayed and got comfortable when he should have probably kept his shoes on.
And there was one who left a little earlier than expected – Didn’t even give me a warning.
I can’t always make sense of the one(s). I’d run myself crazy even trying.
I know they showed upright when they were supposed to.
They taught me what I needed to know to get me wherever I was going,
and I don’t quite know where that is, but I know I can’t get there carrying a bunch of ones.