I count the days, I count a lot
I count the flowers in the grass
I count the weeks, I count the week
I count the pile of *** coming out of the blue
We all have our hard times, including you
I count the month, I count a lot
I count your brothers, it was given to you
I count the years, I count the sheeps
I count the summer rain, it keeps pouring down our drains
We all have our hard times, including you
We all have our hard times
We all have muddy faces, whoa
We all have our hard times
We all have muddy faces, whoa
I count the buildings, I pass
I count the mountains on the tops
I count holidays, I had fun
I count the days I spent with you on the couch
Watching the young mothers
Watching the young mother
We all have our hard times
We all have muddy faces, whoa
We all have our hard times
We all have muddy faces, whoa
We all have our hard times
We all have muddy faces, whoa