Counting Down The Hours lyrics

Innocence it don`t come easy, in a sense it never will
Accidents mean no one`s guilty, ignorance means someone`s killed
So I asked our Mr. Mellow how to get to where one`s going
And he points to his survival, and he points me down the road

As I go on and on
Wondering if I`ve got a soul
Counting down the hours `till it goes

On a dark wet night in April on a street in Jersey where
I went looking for some writing that I knew would not be there
And a punter from the Pelhams and the police in the rain,
Were concerned more with a car than with the fact the light had changed
But after listening all morning as I drove down 95
To a story of detaniees who were barely kept alive
I could deal with trying to process pigeons acting like they`re doves
But not with interference from the powerlines above

As I go on and on
Wondering if I`ve got a soul
Counting down the hours `till it goes

And oh precautions, yes precaution
But if you`re playing with a gun, well you could kill someone
And in the dark it`s hard to know a friend
But I`m not angry, I won`t be forever angry

As I`m walking toward tomorrow with a rifle in my hand
And I`m thinking `bout New England and I`m missing old Japan
And a mountain in California where a spring runs hot and cold
And if I told you I felt ageless, would you tell me I`m not old

As I go on and on
Wondering if I`ve got a soul
Counting down the hours `till it goes
On and on
Wondering if I`ve got a soul
Counting down the hours `till it goes
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