Old man sits at his desk 

One year from retirement 

And he's up for review 

Not quite sure what to do, 

each passing year 

The workload grows 



I?m always wishing, I?m always wishing too late 

For things to come 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 its too late 

Count your blessings on one hand 



[Repeat *]



Can?t help but feel betrayed, punch the clock every single day 

There?s no loyalty and no remorse 

You spoke for present check 

That makes me fucking sick 

He sick of, he can?t say no 



Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh (times 6) 



[Repeat *]



So wait up 

So wait up I?m not sleeping alone again tonight 

Between the light and shallow waves is where I?m going to die 

Wait up for me 

Wait up for me 

Wait up for me