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 is to be with you And how right your arms feel around me. Bit 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 natures way So I'll try to see into your eyes right now And stay right here, 'cause these are the good old days.