Paroles de 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. mellor how to get to where one's going
And he points to his survival, and he points me down the road

And i go on and on to lead a light low
Wondering if i got a soul and counting down the hours 'til 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 detainees who were barely kept alive
I could deal with trying to process pigeons acting like they're doves
But not with interference from the power lines above

'cause i go on and on to lead a light low
Wondering if i've got a soul counting down the hours 'til it goes

And precautions, yes precautions
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 about 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?

'cause i go on and on to lead a light low
Wondering if i've got a soul and counting down the hours 'til it goes
On and on to lead a light low
Wondering if i've got a soul and counting down the hours 'til it goes