My One in a Billion

Are you feeling under my weather? Oh oh la la la la la~ Oh oh La la la na na What do you see in the gathering cumulonimbus clouds? A chance to be struck by lightning, to start over again, to be spirited away to a land of endless possibility? Or perhaps just a grand, swept-clean loss of life and property. Is there a chance? *(Are you saying there might be a chance?)* You’re the one in a million. the struck-twice type, who turns water into wine. Can I have this dance? You’re my one in a million. If I lose out here, frankly, I’d rather die. you're my one in a million if I ask for the moon will you give it your best try? (or will you say goodbye...) What do you see in the billowing, weeping willow trees? A phantom of what was, of what still yet could come to be? Or perhaps— you see me. Or who you believed I was meant to be in those pretty little pictures you keep in a secret folder on a drive in your desk drawer, where no prying eyes go peeking. Is there a chance? *(Are you saying there might be a chance?)* You’re the one in a billion who will fall to incurable illness, who will run afoul of the grist mill. Will you hear my rant? You’re my one in a billion. If I spin the wheel until I win, it’s because I have nothing. Nothing but time to kill. you're my one in a billion. i like those odds.