From the recording Golden Pick
Written, performed and recorded by Rich Collins
Mixed by Rich Collins and Steve Panacek
Lyrics
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
I'm just sitting here wasted another day
Climbing out the window
Staring at the moon
I would gladly try to
Bring it close for you
We've been doing everything the wrong way
Let's slow down and we can take the long way
I would tell you a good bedtime story
Hold you all night long even if you're snoring
For you
I'll fight a lost cause
For you
I built these four walls
For you the end it justifies the means
It means everything
All my love
All these songs
All my sense is gone
One, two, three, four ...