I count the hours until I get to see you again. Constantly I look at the clock wishing I could make time mover faster, everything seems to be going so slow.
Finally I get yo see you. Now we've only got six hours to be together. What should we do? Where should we go? I really don't care as long as I'm next to you.
I dread the thought of having to say goodbye. I stare at my watch wishing that it would slow down. Time seems to fly when I'm with you.
