"Counting The Days" lyrics - STEVE WYNN

She was too tough to take any shit but too weak to give it out
Never ever saw her cry and never made her shout
So it turned into a lifetime, what started as a phase
We sit calmly and quiet, alone and in love
Waiting and counting the days

Her father was a dockworker and my father drank and fought
We searched for something better and that's just what we got
But we still see "On the Waterfront" every time it plays
We sit calmly and quiet, alone and in love
Waiting and counting the days

She dreams of the future and I dream of the past
Late at night we dream aloud until the die is cast
Conspirators and combatants, oh let me count the ways
We sit calmly and quiet on the verge of a riot
Waiting and counting the days