[Intro – brisk drums and bass, clipped guitar, bright Farfisa accents] [Female lead, conversational, slightly amazed] [Start immediately; no long instrumental intro] Sitting at the head table In the Great Hall of the Met There's a princess talking to my doorman And I haven't figured that one out yet My little sister's lost one shoe Dad's dancing with his brand-new wife I've got a husband— [brief stop] God. This is my life. [Pre-Chorus – rhythm begins building] How did I get here? Okay, let's see— I think it started underground When you kissed me [Verse 1 – quick, rhythmic, storytelling delivery] One kiss in a steam tunnel Three years to understand One perfect night in someone else's room When you finally took my hand Three hours across the Atlantic One Christmas on the phone And Barcelona taught me something: With you, anywhere was home [Chorus – melody opens up, warm and soaring but still propulsive] How is this my life? How did we get here? All those almosts, all those maybes All those years Every wrong turn somehow Brought me right to you I wouldn't have believed it But apparently it's true How is this my life? Look at you, look at me Maybe nothing went according to plan Maybe that's how it had to be [Instrumental turnaround – Farfisa hook, guitar, driving drums] [Verse 2 – faster, playful delivery] You proposed at Dad's wedding Because apparently that's what we do Then Paris said, "Get married" And we very nearly followed through Vegas made the same suggestion New York tried it once again We got exceptionally good at saying, "Not today—but tell us when" [Pre-Chorus – building] Then came one impossible phone call: "We have the perfect room And yes, the Met will give it to you But December, 2000." [Music drops out] [Female lead, spoken] Three years? [Male voice, dry] Three years. [Female lead, spoken, considering] ...Okay. [beat] We've waited longer. [Full band snaps back in] [Chorus – bigger, joyful] How is this my life? How did we get here? All those almosts, all those maybes All those years Every wrong turn somehow Brought me right to you I wouldn't have believed it But apparently it's true How is this my life? Look at you, look at me Maybe nothing went according to plan Maybe that's how it had to be [Verse 3 – increasingly breathless, joyful accumulation] Karaoke and bad decisions One last party, one last night My baby sister throwing flowers Mostly somewhere to her right Jessica beside me Keeping everything on track Marianne says, "Breathe, sweetheart" And somehow I breathe back Dad is trying not to cry George is absolutely lying Bill is waiting at the front And I'm actually doing this— [Sudden stop – instruments fall away] Then I see you. [Four bars of sparse piano and soft guitar] [Vocal becomes intimate and completely sincere] And everything gets quiet. [Bridge – slow the emotional pulse without changing tempo] I've crossed countries I've chased thieves I've made plans nobody should believe I've been lost I've been found I've spent half my life Refusing to look down But standing here With your hand in mine There's nothing left I have to figure out this time [Nearly a cappella] I do. [Brief silence] [Band surges back – biggest section of song] [Final Chorus – exuberant, romantic, celebratory] This is my life Somehow this is my life Royalty and old friends Family under museum lights Professors, spies and diplomats People I can't explain Half of them have saved my life I've probably annoyed the rest again This is my life And you're sitting next to me Eleven years from underground To New Year's Eve Nothing ever went according to plan And maybe that's all right Yeah— This is my life. [Instrumental hook continues, then gradually strips down] [Reception ambience underneath: distant laughter, glasses, celebration] [Female lead, softly, almost laughing] Yeah. This is my life. [Male voice, warm and close] Our life. [Female lead] ...Our life. [Male voice] And I wouldn't trade it for anything. [small pause] [Female lead, smiling] Me neither. [Outro – warm Farfisa melody answered by guitar] [No final vocal flourish; let the instrumental resolve]
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