Steve Brooks | The Best is Yet to Come

The Best is Yet to Come

A love song for second times around – and third, and fourth…

Are you sitting there at your window?
Are you staring out at the twilight sky?
Are you wondering where did the wind blow,
And if romance has just passed you by?
Well, I’ve been a-wondering, too,
How long am I paying my dues?
Now I’ve got news for you, on the tip of my tongue:
The best is yet to come.

Yes, it’s yet to come.
Come what may,
Some sweet day,
Baby, we’ll be the lucky ones.
And when that day begins,
We’ll be glad that we didn’t give in
To giving up before we had even begun.
The best is yet to come.

Now you swear that love is deceiving,
When it comes knocking upon your door.
First it gets you believing,
Then it leaves you worse than you were before.
Well, I’ve make a lot of mistakes,
But that’s how I know what it takes.
And I know we ain’t too late for a place in the sun.
The best is yet to come.

We got a lot of race to be run.
We got a lot of song to be sung.
When the rest is over and done,
You can bet the best,
Bet the best,
The best is yet to come.