the impatient years
frank sinatra
we're going through the impatient years
the years when the day seems twice as long
restless and sighing and laughing and crying
and dreaming a dream people say is wrong
but we'll journey through
to each other's arms where we belong
i'm certain we'll weather the warm and stormy day
but we'll journey through
to each other's arms where we belong
i'm certain we'll weather the warm and stormy day