There’s a good chance that before we met there were days I’d walked right past him
But now I’m seeing him tomorrow or maybe the day after
I have to tell myself to slow down, it’s early days still
Anything can happen and it probably will
It’s early days
My mind’s just put on boxing gloves, my heart’s refused to fight it
I watched the station pass me by where I should have alighted
Could this turn into something I’ll be writing home about?
The inspector shakes his head and says “So you just forgot to get out?”
It’s early days
He’s got a face just like an angel, what does he see in me?
Why does my stomach feel like it’s just eaten food that don’t agree?
It’s early days
It’s early days
It’s still early days
(thanks to Darren Hanlon for the words…)