There's a good chance that before we metnThere were days I'd walked right past hernBut now I'm seeing her tomorrow or maybe the day afternI have to tell myself to slow down, it's early days stillnAnything can happen and it probably will It's early daysnMy mind's just put on boxing gloves, my heart's refused to fight itnI watch the station pass me by where I should have alightednCould this turn into something I'll be writing home about?nThe inspector shakes his head and says so you just forgot to get out?nIt's early daysnShe's got a face just like an angel, what does she see in me?nWhy does my stomach feel like it's just eaten food that don't agree?nIt's early daysnIt's early daysnIt's still early days (you've gotta slowdown)nIt's early days