I’ll be late, but I could make it all up to you
I’ll count down the days, don’t say that you wouldn’t too 
‘cause I heard the rain, as I felt you coming loose
and I heard my name - it broke my head in two.

I’ll celebrate on the day that I get the news
I’ll count down the ways, i’ll be wishing that I was you
but I can’t correlate the way you move
so I’ll stay half away, and i’ll guess that it’ll do.