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