Counting crows

I lie here trying to rest, but sleep it will not come.
I think of what I’ve done to you, your face I’ll never see.
It’s not what my mamma said, but somehow makes sense to me.

I'm counting crows, finding peace, in their eerie calls.
They always seem to take me; to better times and clearer thoughts.
I'm counting crows as they carry me away.

My life is duller now that I’ve seen you go and gone.
You always dreamed and dragged me along.
My life is empty now, quiet without your song.
Little more than a wing beat whisper on an early dawn.
I sit here on this ridge, gazing across the sky.
Little more to do today, so I think and begin to cry.

I'm counting crows, finding peace, in their eerie calls.
They always seem to take me; to better times and clearer thoughts.
I'm counting crows as they carry me away.


I lie here now where we all must go.
Life is past and I miss you still, and still no one knows.
What I’ve done to you and in turn to me, follows to the grave.
I stare up and remember what has helped me through the days.

I'm counting crows, finding peace, in their eerie calls.
They always seem to take me; to better times and clearer thoughts,
I'm counting crows as they carry me away.