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.
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 way
So I'll try to see into your eyes right now
And stay right here, 'cause these are the good old days.
3 comments:
:( :)
J.S.
It looks kind of fun to be playing guitar on a breezy dock. . .
J.S.
>And stay right here, 'cause these are the good old days.<
That statement says so perfectly what I try to tell myself often these days, being busy at home all day with little children in this season of my life. And some children not so little. (My oldest turns sixteen tomorrow!) :)
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