We first met on the underground,
I bumped into you, and you smiled.
I'd never known someone like you.
You said, "I'm here, just for a week, from the California heat.."
Within an hour, we both knew. It's funny how, how it felt like in the blink of an eye.
But at gate 25, we said, "We will meet again, one day, one day.
We will find a way, someday, someday.
This is meant to be, so lets run with you and me.
It's geography." I heard you moved to find your feet,
You quit that job, and made the leave.
I hope it's all that you wished for.
And now you're seeing someone new,
I guess he lives closer to you.
What I'd give to be next door... Sometimes I close my eyes and then just,
for a while, I'm at gate 25. "We will meet again, one day, one day.
We will find a way, someday, someday.
This is meant to be, so lets run with you and me.
It's geography." Suddenly you'll be across the room,
I'll say, "Hi,"
And you'll say, "How are you?"
It'll be as if you'd never left, then I'll take a breath,
and say, "So, we meet again," And our story will begin, one day, one day.
This is meant to be, so lets run with you and me.
It's geography. We will meet again, one day, one day.
We will find a way, someday, someday.
This is meant to be, so lets run with you and me.
It's geography.