There are roads we take
there are plans we make
things fall into place
from the very start
There's a place called home
where you never feel alone
till a stranger finds the key
to a room you never knew inside your heart
Was it meant to be
two ships passing in the night
going separate ways
now following the same light
Was it meant to be
or only meant to show
there are rooms inside the heart
only love can know
In a settled life
where things are black and white
you learn to stay inside
the lines you've drawn
Then colors drown the gray
and bring a brand new day
till all the lines you drew
suddenly get swept away
Was it meant to be
two hearts caught between the lines
going separate ways
somewhere in time
Was it meant to be
or only meant to show
the colors in the heart
that only love can know
There are roads we choose
there are things we lose
there are dreams we learn
to leave behind
There are rooms that close
and no one ever knows
till someone finds the key to the back door of
your mind
Was it meant to be
or is it only me
who understands the heart
and the hidden room within
Yes, it's meant to be
when you suddenly
find the stranger with the key and let
her in (ohhh) let her in