Counting Down the Hours

	作曲 : Leo
	Innocence, it don't come easy, in a sense, it never will
	Accidents mean no one's guilty, ignorance means someone's killed
	So I asked our Mr. Mellor how to get to where one's going
	And he points to his survival and he points me down the road
	And I go on, wondering if I've got a soul
	And counting down the hours 'til it goes
	On a dark, wet night in April, on a street in Jersey where
	I went looking for some writing that I knew would not be there
	And a punter from the Pelhams and the police in the rain
	Were concerned more with a car than with the fact the light had changed
	But after listening all morning as I drove down 95
	To a story of detainees who were barely kept alive
	I could deal with trying to process pigeons acting like they're doves
	But not with interference from the power lines above
	And I go on, wondering if I've got a soul
	And counting down the hours 'til it goes
	Oh, precautions, yes, precautions
	But if you're playing with a gun you could kill someone
	And in the dark it's hard to know a friend
	But I'm not angry, I won't be forever angry
	As I'm walking toward tomorrow with a rifle in my hand
	And I'm thinking about New England but I'm missing old Japan
	And a mountain in California where a spring runs hot and cold
	And if I told you I felt ageless, would you tell me I'm not old?
	And I go on, wondering if I've got a soul
	And counting down the hours 'til it goes

	zuò qǔ : Leo
	Innocence, it don' t come easy, in a sense, it never will
	Accidents mean no one' s guilty, ignorance means someone' s killed
	So I asked our Mr. Mellor how to get to where one' s going
	And he points to his survival and he points me down the road
	And I go on, wondering if I' ve got a soul
	And counting down the hours ' til it goes
	On a dark, wet night in April, on a street in Jersey where
	I went looking for some writing that I knew would not be there
	And a punter from the Pelhams and the police in the rain
	Were concerned more with a car than with the fact the light had changed
	But after listening all morning as I drove down 95
	To a story of detainees who were barely kept alive
	I could deal with trying to process pigeons acting like they' re doves
	But not with interference from the power lines above
	And I go on, wondering if I' ve got a soul
	And counting down the hours ' til it goes
	Oh, precautions, yes, precautions
	But if you' re playing with a gun you could kill someone
	And in the dark it' s hard to know a friend
	But I' m not angry, I won' t be forever angry
	As I' m walking toward tomorrow with a rifle in my hand
	And I' m thinking about New England but I' m missing old Japan
	And a mountain in California where a spring runs hot and cold
	And if I told you I felt ageless, would you tell me I' m not old?
	And I go on, wondering if I' ve got a soul
	And counting down the hours ' til it goes