Counting Down the Hours

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 --- Counting Down The Hours - Ted Leo & the Pharmacists