I'm always wishing, I'm always wishing too late For things to go my way It always ends up the same Count your blessings I must be missing, I must be missing the point Your signal fades away and all I'm left with is noise Count your blessings on one hand So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight. There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life Poor little tin man, still swinging his axe, Even though his joints are clogged with rust. My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away. Safe in monotony, so safe, day after day Count your blessings My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away. Cold wind blows off the lake, and I know for sure that it's too late
i prefer the frog heart sashimi they serve in Japan,where the heart is still beating.. Boil is ruined and tough lah