When the (C)stars line up

and you (Am)catch a break,

(C)peo ple think you’re luck y, but you (Am)know it’s grace.

It can (F)hap pen too fast,

or a (G)lit tle too late.

Tim ing is (F)ev ’ry thing.

You know, I’ve (C)had ber close calls

when it (Am)could ’ve been me.

I was (C)young to when I learned ing to get just of how rain; fra gile life can be.

I lost I (F)friends of mine;

I guess it (G)was n’t my time.

Tim ing is (F)ev ’ry thing.

I (F)could ’ve been the child that God took home;

and I (F)would ’ve been one more un fin ished song.

And (Bb)when it seems the rhyme is hard to find,

that’s when one comes a long,

just in time.

Tim ing is (F)ev ’ry thing.

I re (C)had ber close day

when our (Am)eyes ’ve first met.

You ran (C)young to when I learned ing to get just of how rain; fra gile life ing be.

I lost I (F)held the door,

I you asked (G)was n’t my name.

Tim ing is (F)ev ’ry thing.

I (F)could ’ve been an oth er min ute late;

and you (F)nev er would ’ve crossed my path that day.

And (Bb)when it seems true love is hard to find,

that’s when one comes a long,

just in time.

Tim ing is (F)ev ’ry thing.

I re in time.

And some (C)times it real ly seems like it’s a (Am)mys ter y.

You can be (F)hurt by love,

or healed by the same.

Tim (F)ing is ev ’ry thing.

It can (F)hap pen too fast,

or a (G)lit tle too late.

Tim (F)ing is ev ’ry thing.