Anticipation

It’s heating up in here, and the pressure’s on
The pot’s a-cookin’, a-cookin’, and the flame is strong
The lid is rattling, and the steam, she blows
We’re making wonton soup for 37, it’ll surely curl your toes

Anticipation, what do I do while I’m waiting? What do I do?
Anticipation, what do I do?
It’s bringing me up, higher and higher
Bringing me up, higher and higher

It’s getting mighty crowded and they’re ready for the start
The voices get louder, each one to play her part
We’re jostling for a view, for ribbons cut and doors open
And the crowd to finally get its way, with the fears and the hoping

Anticipation, what do I do while I’m waiting? What do I do?
Anticipation, what do I do?
It’s bringing me up, higher and higher
Bringing me up, higher and higher

Just like when my heart is pumping
Just like the flames of desire
Just like the melting of the snow
Under the sun’s fire

Anticipation, what do I do while I’m waiting? What do I do?
Anticipation, what do I do?
It’s bringing me up, higher and higher
Bringing me up, higher and higher
It’s burning me up, the flames of desire…
Anticipation, what do I do while I’m waiting? What do I do?
Anticipation, what do I do while I’m waiting?

Words and Music © Monica Max West