Walking round and feeling bad
Again goddamnit feeling so sad
I have this friend who says to think happy thoughts
Like happy thoughts just even the odds
I think the odds are uneven, that's a fact we gotta face
I think that darkness travels from place to place to place
I think a writer is a liar and many times a thief
But maybe that's just me, you see, maybe that's just me
The wisest friend I ever had
Said the cure to bein sad
Is to do some math
Just sit and count
Nothing to get worked up about
Just sit and count
Like one song and one cue, two eyes and two shoes
One guitar, fifty bars, and one life to lose
One dollar, ten lovers, one plane and two shores
One sparrow two sparrows three sparrows four
It must be November cuz the trees are drained to gold
They shiver down their leaves and I think about growing old
I think about how I'm never happy anywhere
And how I tell myself I must be getting there
Yeah it must be November cuz the wind is getting cold
The sun is down so low the light is growing old
I think my happy thoughts are the folks I miss at home
The folks I call when my breath goes like smoke
I called Dina Sunday, said it hurts to breathe here still
She said that no one's holding you there against your will
No no no one is holding name here against my will
No no no one is holding me here against my will
Two ghosts below, three ghosts above
All these ghosts making love
The wisest friend I ever had
Said the cure to bein sad
Is to do some math
Just sit and count
Nothing to get worked up about
Just sit and count
Like one song and one cue, two eyes and two shoes
One guitar, fifty bars, and one life to lose
One dollar, ten lovers, one plane and two shores
One sparrow two sparrows three sparrows four
One two three four
One two three four
One sparrow two sparrows three sparrows four