| From the mountain tops down to the sunny street
|
| A different drum is playing a different kind of beat
|
| It’s like a mystery that never ends
|
| I see you crying and I want to kill your friends
|
| I hear your footsteps in the street
|
| It won’t be long before we meet
|
| It’s obvious
|
| Just count me in and count me out
|
| And I’ll be waiting for the shout
|
| Oblivious
|
| Met Mo and she’s okay, said no one really changed
|
| Got different badges but they wear them just the same
|
| Down by the ballroom, I recognized
|
| That flaming fountain in those kindred caring eyes
|
| I hear your footsteps in the street
|
| It won’t be long before we meet
|
| It’s obvious
|
| Just count me in and count me out
|
| And I’ll be waiting for the shout
|
| Oblivious
|
| I hope it haunts me 'til I’m hopeless
|
| I hope it hits you when you go
|
| And sometimes on the edge of sleeping
|
| It rises up to let me know it’s not so deep, I’m not so slow
|
| They’re calling all the shots, they call and say they phoned
|
| They’ll call us lonely when we’re really just alone
|
| And like a funny film, it’s kinda cute
|
| They bought the bullets and there’s no one left to shoot
|
| I hear your footsteps in the street
|
| It won’t be long before we meet
|
| It’s obvious
|
| Just count me in and count me out
|
| And I’ll be waiting for the shout
|
| Oblivious
|
| I hear your footsteps in the street
|
| It won’t be long before we meet
|
| It’s obvious
|
| Just count me in and count me out
|
| And I’ll be waiting for the shout
|
| Oblivious |