You stayed out west and I did my best to erase the memories with each mile I put between us Now here we are on a beach in Carolina, far from my Virginia and your California, what are the chances? What are the chances you run to me, wrap me in your arms and kiss me til I can’t breathe? What are the chances I walk away still seeking distance from a heartache I can’t shake? Oh what are the chances? It's September and I’m plus one to a wedding on a Tuscan rooftop and I’m trying to stop thinking about you But there you are, party with the bride standing on the other side, maybe you’re thinking of me too, what are the chances? What are the chances you leave her there, scoop me up and carry me off somewhere? What are the chances I break down in teers and tell you how lonely I’ve been these last few years? Oh what are the chances? Remember how we wanted our love to last? What are the chances this is our last chance? What are the chances you run to me, wrap me in your arms and kiss me til I can’t breathe? What are the chances I walk away still seeking distance from a heartache I can’t shake? What are the chances? Oh what are the chances? (c) 2026 Deborah Browning
