she was the one
who caught the bouquet
the night of her best friend's wedding day

she was the one
who caught the bouquet
a token that God must want it that way

and on the quest for her Mr. Right
she said, "I do" where the lonely give in
they were married on the way, and oh,
nothing's sadder than the words,
"it might have been"

he was the one
but promises dull
when Jesus becomes expendable

expecting to find
what never was there
but doesn't it still beat solitaire?

she'd heard that time turns desire to love
and that the Lord had it all in control
so marry two half people, and oh,
shouldn't one make the other whole?

swallowing hard, 'cause you knew better before
desperate for someone to blame
and does it matter that he's gone again?
and nothing's sadder than the words,
"it might have been"

she was the one
the bouquet deceived
believer who never could believe

and now she's the one
who's lonely again
she's wondering how it might've been