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 guess that it'll do