Count Me In Tomorrow

A brother of mine has a troubled mind But he wouldn't say what's wrong Tell me what's the thing that you hide in your eyes And underneath your tongue There's some kind of spine that is wronging your soul, I want to listen to you when you're sick and low And you can count me in tomorrow This dear friend of mine, is one of a kind. He shines a light so pure I don't think he knows, just how much I love him. I don't know what he's achin' for My shoulders are there for you to lean on man, I wanna soothe the damn pain When you're sick and low And you can count me in tomorrow If the smiles that he wears doesn't seem so simple, the beauty in him sure is true. The joy in his stare ain't that joyful sometimes I just can not let you be that blue My Brother of Soul Well he's not that tall but his secrets reach the sky. My home is your home when times get hard and till your eyes get dried I don't think you know how much I'm backing you up. I'll fix you something to eat when you're sick and low And you can count me in tomorrow