"I Count the Days" live at Kulak's Woodshed, Nov 25, 2024

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  • Опубликовано: 8 фев 2025
  • A song about the joy of having adult children come home for the holidays, and the joy of having them leave again at the end. From the album "Love, Loss, and Chickens." (c) 2022.
    Lyrics
    I count the days ‘till you come home,
    One of these days it won’t be long
    I count the days ‘till you come back
    And we are made whole once again
    Monday, Tuesday go by slowly
    Wednesday, Thursday, I turn giddy
    I count the days ‘till you come home at long last,
    We’ll have such a blast
    I’m on my way to LAX,
    I am the carpool lane express
    I’m on my way to pick you up
    And bring you back where you belong
    Now you’re home and we’re all cheerful,
    Gosh you’ve grown, we stare and marvel
    You tell your stories and we’re so thrilled
    And we wish time could stand still
    You sleep all day and smoke all night,
    The house reeks of your pot
    You drink my booze like it’s going out of style,
    My bar’s a vacant lot
    You drive my car but never fill it up with gas
    You wear those ear buds, we yell, we yell,
    But you can’t hear us
    I count the days ‘till you go home,
    One of these days it won’t be long
    I count the days ‘till you go back
    And all is quiet here once again
    Monday, Tuesday go by slowly
    Wednesday, Thursday I turn giddy
    I count the days ‘till you go home at long last,
    We’ll have such a blast
    I take you back to LAX,
    I am the carpool lane express
    I take you back to put you
    On a plane to somewhere else
    It’s been lovely having you home,
    But now we’re just a place where you’re from
    I take you back where you belong,
    To the life that is now your own
    TSA Pre and then you’re gone,
    Now I feel all alone
    I miss your antics you’re so fun
    To hang out with at home
    You can drink my wine, I don’t care,
    It’s there for all of us
    Home for Thanksgiving, I hope, my dear,
    And maybe Christmas?
    I count the days ‘till you come home,
    One of these days it won’t be long
    I count the days ‘till you come back
    And we are made whole once again
    Monday, Tuesday go by slowly
    Wednesday, Thursday, I turn giddy
    I count the days ‘till you come home at long last,
    We’ll have such a blast

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