Count to Ten - Dala
On a bus and staring out and all these people
Move without
A clue
I have the time to wonder if it matters much
And all of this
Is beautiful
We bring up children hoping they will grow up to
Do good some day
Like us
But what's the point why should they try we're all
The same we laugh and cry
And when it reaches for our door
The rich will lie cold like the poor
Each moment spent for good or not
And all the lovely things we've got
The sweetest child the world's worst jerk
The pointless jobs and heart filled work
And all awards and talents lost
We all are blank and so the cost
Of life is
One two three four five six seven eight nine ten
I wonder how the ones survive believe in only what's
Alive
Why wait
I hope my joy will help me when I close
My eyes and count to ten
I'm gone
And when it reaches for our door
The rich will lie cold like the poor
Each moment spent for good or not
And all the lovely things we've got
The sweetest child the world's worst jerk
The pointless jobs and heart filled work
And all awards and talents lost
We all are blank and so the cost
Of life is the cost of life is
One two three four five six seven eight nine ten
