Counting Down The Hours

    Em                                   C
Innocence, it don't come easy - in a sense it never will

    Am                              G                     D
Accidents mean no one's guilty, ignorance means someone's killed

     Em                           C
So I asked our Mr. Mellor how one gets to where one's going

       Am                             G                  D
And he points to his survival, and he points me down the road



        Em
As I go on

C
Wondering if I've got a soul and

D                               G
Counting down the hours 'til it goes



     Em                            C
On a dark wet night in April, on a street in Jersey where

       Am                              G                 D
I went looking for some writing that I knew would not be there

      Em                              C
And a punter from the Pelhams and the police, in the rain,

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        Am                                   G                  D
Were concerned more with a car than with the fact the light had changed

          Em                          C
But after listening all morning, as I drove down 95

     Am                          G           D
To a story of detainees who were barely kept alive

        Em                                  C
I could deal with trying to process pigeons acting like they're doves

    Am                             G           D
But not with interference from the power lines above



        Em
As I go on

C
Wondering if I've got a soul and

D                               G
Counting down the hours 'til it goes



         Em                C
And oh, precautions, yes precautions

                      Am                    G         D
But if you're playing with a gun, you could kill someone

            Em               C
And in the dark it's hard to know a friend

            Am             G          D
But I'm not angry, I won't be forever angry

       Em                             C
As I'm walking toward tomorrow with a rifle in my hand

        Am                                  G           D
And I'm thinking about New England, and I'm missing old Japan

      Em                             C
And a mountain in California where a spring runs hot and cold

         Am                                 G               D
And if I told you I felt ageless, would you tell me I'm not old?



        Em
As I go on

C
Wondering if I've got a soul and

D                                G
Counting down the hours 'till it goes