Counting On Me - James Reyne

One could go to jail

For taking drugs all night

I do believe the sea — bird’s flown

Two is in the ground

Boy he turned off that light

When everything was so home — grown

Three was such a terrier a tearaway

As bloody blue as she can get

Four would sing so easy

With his cowboy sway

Dan Hicks could just walk on the set

Bridge ~

I never said I was faultless

But I refuse to take the blame

You know one thing’s doubtless

We were all friends by name

Free spirits all turn out the same

The living and the dead

The traffic in your bed

Count it all out

What do you see

The money that you owe

The love you didn’t show

Somewhere tonight

They’re counting on me

Five he tore the town up

With a trick and a gun

He rolled the car on Fisherman’s Bend

I always bore the mantle

Of the fortunate one

A story that will never end

A story that will never end

Bridge

The living and the dead

The traffic in your bed

Count it all out

What do you see

The money that you owe

The love you didn’t show

Somewhere tonight

Somewhere

They’re counting on me

Bridge

The living and the dead

The traffic in your bed

Count it all out now

What do you see

The money that you owe

The love you didn’t show

Somewhere tonight

Somewhere tonight

They’re counting on me