Steve Wynn Counting The Days
By: Steve Wynn She is too strong to take any shit to weak to give it out Never ever saw her cry and never made her shout So it turned into a lifetime what started as a phase We sit calmly and quiet alone and in love waiting and counting the days Her father was a dockworker my father drank and fought She searched for something better and that's just what we got Though we still see "On the Waterfront" everytime it plays We sit calmly and quiet alone and in love waiting and counting the days Counting the days Counting the days Counting the days Counting the days As she thinks of the future I dream of the past Late at night we dream aloud until the die is cast Conspirators, combatants oh let me count the ways We sit calmly and quiet alone and in love waiting and counting the days We sit calmly and quiet alone and in love waiting and counting the days We sit calmly and quiet on the verge of a riot waiting and counting the days
