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.