Pretending that we'll meet each time I turn a corner, I walk a little faster.
Pretending life is sweet cause love's around the corner, I walk a little faster.
Can't begin to see my future shine as yet, no sign as yet, you're mine as yet.
Rushing toward a face I can't define as yet.
I'm bumping into walls and taking lots of falls.
And even though I meet round each and every corner with nothing but disaster, I set my chin a little higher, hope a little longer, build a little stronger castle in the air.
