For so many
different directions
Our
separate paths might have turned
With every door that we
opened
Every bridge that we
burned
Somehow we find
each other
Through all that
masquerade
Somehow we found each
other
Somehow we have
stayed
In
a state of grace
I don't
believe in destiny
Or
the guiding hand of fate
I
don't believe in forever
Or
love as a mystical state
I don't
believe in the stars or the planets
Or
angels watching from above
But
I believe there's a ghost of a chance
We
can find someone to love
And
make it last
Rush-Ghost Of A
Chance