| You could come around once a year like a Christmas ghost
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| Or hold me down like an anchor, baby, but you can’t do both
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| I can’t be your father figure but I could be your friend
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| Watch me burn my candle crazy at both ends
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| Nothing’s gonna change here anytime soon
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| Catching fish in the morning, get drunk before noon
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| Watching little brown bubbles floating in the spoon
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| Could be soaking in a warm bath or back in the womb
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| Anytime, anytime soon
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| Used to want to be an astronaut but I was just a kid
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| Spent my days in a batting cage where a robot pitched
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| Once you were my blushing bride I was your nervous groom
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| But now we’re just more comfortable sleeping in separate rooms, oh
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| Nothing’s gonna change here anytime soon
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| Make a bed for the roses, hope that they bloom
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| I don’t know if it’s safe, but I just assume
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| I won’t play in the majors or walk on the moon
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| Not anytime, anytime soon
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| Spin me a tornado, honey, cry me a monsoon
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| Let’s just get through the holidays and the terrible twos
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| Christmas has passed, it’s just yellow snow
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| Sometimes you gotta hear something that you already know
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| Nothing’s gonna change here anytime soon
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| When it’s all unpredictable, I can still count on you
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| Looking for the mailbox with the red balloons
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| I’ll be late to the party, and I have an excuse
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| Cause no one likes breaking bad news
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| It’s nothing I’m wanting to do
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| Not anytime, anytime soon |