If through space and time
It was known that I was to be yours and you were to be mine
There wouldn’t be a reason for a time machine
Knock on wood, knock on wood
If written in the stars was your name across from mine
I wouldn’t dream of an eraser big enough to make it not so
Knock on wood, knock on wood
If luck had anything to do with us falling in love
I would find myself a rabbit’s foot, a leprechaun’s pot of gold
And hold on to them until the end of times
Knock on wood, knock on wood
If in the desert like Aladdin
I found myself an old lamp and a genie inside
I would wish for you more than one time
Because truthfully, one of you is just not enough
Knock on wood, knock on wood
And if it only took a poem for you to notice this silly old me
Then I would write you a thousand more romantic ones
Just so you would know that you one hell of an inspiration
Knock on wood, knock on wood, knock on wood.