Counting Down The Hours

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

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

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

       Am                          
And he points to his survival, and 
   G                  D
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                            
On a dark wet night in April, on a 
C
street in Jersey where

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Am                             
But not with interference from the 
G           D
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         
But if you're playing with a gun, 
           G         D
you could kill someone

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

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

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

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

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

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



        Em
As I go on

C
Wondering if I've got a soul and

D                                
Counting down the hours 'till it 
G
goes