Counting Days

Seven in the evenin' Got my fix Basket full of washings But the machine's playing tricks We go back and forth now Try to piece together something we all adore Woke you from a slumber round 4:15 Dreams are full of colors But the days are quite dim We go back and forth now She's dressed like an angel But you want her no more Jivin' Grindin' 42 hours a day Senseless surfin' All of my boys in this tiny hole It felt like a crusade But in fact my mate We are countin' days We are countin' days Just countin' days And tauntin' fate Called me on a Sunday at the dead of night Something's got you troubled But stirred no excite It goes back and forth now She's dressed like an angel But you want her no more Jivin' Grindin' 42 hours a day Senseless surfin' Stressed out on engagin' rates I don't know what will make that front page finally say my name All the same All of my boys in this tiny hole It felt like a crusade But in fact my mate We are countin' days We are countin' days Just countin' days And tauntin' fate Some might say We are tauntin' fate Some might say We are tauntin' fate Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday What day? Someday Today Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday What day? Someday Today Monday What day? Someday Today What day? Today