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Hand Of Fate
She was a waitress down in New Orleans
She had a broken past
He worked the oil rigs over in Corpus
Out on a weekend pass
He sat down at the end of the counter at the little cafe
They weren't looking but they found each other
Or did love find them either way
Tell me who is dealin' up the hand of fate
Is it true, love is always worth the wait
And it's never too late. It's never too late
She lived her whole life in Sault Saint Marie
Working at the five and dime
He was a drifter headin' out of Toronto
Just killin' time
Their eyes met and they fell together and in just one night
Two people who swore they'd never
Fell in love in those harbor lights
Tell me who is dealin' up the hand of fate
Is it true, love is always worth the wait
And it's never too late. It's never too late
You may call it destiny but there's a rhyme and a reason we can't see
When you're down and lonely and about to give up
Have a little faith and believe in love
Tell me who is dealin' up the hand of fate
Is it true, love is always worth the wait
And it's never too late. It's never too late
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And it's never too late. It's never too late
Is it true, love is always worth the wait
Tell me who is dealin' up the hand of fate
Have a little faith and believe in love
When you're down and lonely and about to give up
You may call it destiny but there's a rhyme and a reason we can't see
And it's never too late. It's never too late
Is it true, love is always worth the wait
Tell me who is dealin' up the hand of fate
Fell in love in those harbor lights
Two people who swore they'd never
Their eyes met and they fell together and in just one night
Just killin' time
He was a drifter headin' out of Toronto
Working at the five and dime
She lived her whole life in Sault Saint Marie
And it's never too late. It's never too late
Is it true, love is always worth the wait
Tell me who is dealin' up the hand of fate
Or did love find them either way
They weren't looking but they found each other
He sat down at the end of the counter at the little cafe
Out on a weekend pass
He worked the oil rigs over in Corpus
She had a broken past
She was a waitress down in New Orleans
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