Anticipation

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 feels to be with you
How right your arms feel around me
But I, 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, not I don't know nature's ways
So, I'll try (I'll try) see into your eyes right now
And stay right here, 'cause these are the good old days
These are the good old days
And stay right here, 'cause these are the good old days
These are the good old days
These are the good old days
These are the good old days
These are the good old days