She was the one who caught the bouquet; the best of her best friend's wedding day,
She was the one who caught the bouquet: a token that God must want it that way,
And on the quest for her Mr. Right she said, "I do" where the lonely give in,
They were married on the way, and oh...nothing's sadder than the words, "It might have been"

He was the one, but promises dull when Jesus becomes expendable.
Expecting to find what never was there; but doesn't it still beat solitaire'
She'd heard that time turns desire to love, and that the Lord had it all in control,
So, marry two half people, and oh, shouldn't one make the other whole'

Swallowing hard, 'cause you knew better before,
Desperate for someone to blame,
And does it matter that he's gone again'
And nothing's sadder than the words, "It might have been"

She was the one the bouquet deceived; believer who never could believe.
And now she's the one who's lonely again; she's wondering how it might've been.