Anticipation

For years when I heard this song I only thought about catsup. The other day I heard it on the radio for the first time in a long time, and I think I finally truly heard it. Maybe you have to be looking at your 50th birthday (still about nine months away, mind you!) to get it. It seems for so many years I have been waiting--for something to be over, for something else to happen, for an end to one trial or the beginning of something better. I know that in all that waiting for Something Else I have sometimes--often--neglected to embrace the moment. I don't know how to change that behavior. In so many ways I am still waiting. But listening to this song is a needed reminder that "these are the good old days."

  

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.