We can never know about the days to coem
   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.