I was walking home
Looking at the trees
Got the feeling that they
Were looking back at me

Thoughts that occurred to me
Where not of the usual kind
And I don’t take it granted no
I don’t call them mine
I don’t call them mine
‘Cause in my life things
Are built on

Constant [bad word] my way
Some call it coincidence
But I like to call it fate

Constant [bad word] my way
Some call it coincidence
But I like to call it fate

The higher forces want to connect
Last night in my dream I was talking to you
You know who you are
Were you dreaming too
‘Cause in my life
Things are built on
Are built on

Constant [bad word] my way
Some call it coincidence
But I like to call it fate

Then on my way home I met this guy
He was not so shy
You know not that kind
We spoke then suddenly I could read his mind
You think it’s mad
But I don’t fool myself
You think its odd
‘Cause in my life
In my life things are built on
They built on
They built on

Constant [bad word] my way
Some call it coincidence
But I like to call it fate

Constant [bad word] my way
Some call it coincidence
But I like to call it fate