We can never know about the days to come
But we think about them anyway.
And I wonder if I'm really with you now
Or just chasing after some finer day.
Anticipation. Anticipation
Is making me late
Is keeping me waiting.
And I tell you how easy it feel to be with you.
And how right your arms feel around me.
But I rehearsed those words just late last night
When I was thinking about how right tonight might be.
Anticipation. Anticipation
Is making me late
Is keeping me waiting.
And tomorrow we might not be together.
I'm no prophet; I don't know nature's ways.
So I'll try and see into your eyes right now.
And stay right here, 'cause these are the good old days.
