We can never know about the days to come, but we think about them anyway, and I wonderif I'm really with you now, or just chasing after some finer day.Anticipation, anticipation is making me late.It's 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 righttonight might be.Anticipation, anticipation is making me late.It's keeping me waiting, and tomorrow we might not be together.I'm no prophet, but I don't know nature's ways.So 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.Stay right here, cause these are the good old days.These are the good old days.These are the good old days.*