Tonight at Eight - Zachary Levi

I’m nervous and upset

because this girl I’ve never met,

I get to meet tonight at eight.

I’m taking her to dinner

at a charming old cafe,

but who can eat tonight at eight?

It’s early in the morning and our date

is not til eight o’clock tonight

and already i can see

what a nightmare this whole day will be.

I haven’t slept a wink.

I only think about her approaching tet a tet

tonight at eight.

I feel a combination of depression and elation,

what a state to wait till eight.

Three more minutes,

two more seconds,

ten more hours to go.

In spite of all I’ve written

she may not be very smitten

and my hopes, perhaps,

may all collapse — kapoot

tonight at eight.

I wish I knew exactly how I’ll act

and what will happen

when we dine tonight at eight.

I know I’ll drop the silverware

but will i spill the water or the wine

tonight at eight?

Tonight I’ll walk right up and sit right down

beside the smartest girl in town.

and then it’s anybody’s guess.

More and more I’m breathing less and less.

In my imagination

I can see our conversation

taking shape

tonight at eight.

I’ll sit there saying absolutely nothing

or I’ll jabber like an ape

tonight at eight

Two more minutes,

three more seconds,

ten more hours to go.

I’ll know when this is done

if something has ended or begun

and if it goes alright

who knows, I might propose

tonight at eight.