I've spent so long thinking about the future, and what might happen, what I might be, where I might be, who'll be there with me, that I've been blind to today.
I spent every day thinking of tomorow, and that's no good.
I've spent so much time trying to plan how I'll get to be 90 years old, when the truth is I probably won't and neither will you, and we probably won't be 90 and tottering off to feed the ducks and then retiring to our arm chairs to sit and hold hands and muse about when we were young. I wish we could, but the thing is I love you, I love you today and I'll love you tomorow and if I get to 90 I'll still love you then, but I don't need to worry about it.
Cause it won't do me no good.
As long as I've got you today I am happy.
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