Forty-seven cracks in the sidewalk that leads From my house to yours How do I know I count them everyday While following you From my house to yours And though you don't know I'm with you all the way Wishing I could say Stop! I love you, darlin' won't you stay But I always hang my head And count all the cracks in the sidewalk Instead.
Seventeen streetlights stand in between My house and yours How do I know I count them every night While tracing my steps From my house to yours To the golden glow Of your window light Wish somehow you knew How long I've been in love with you And wishin' I were dead I count all the cracks in the sidewalk On my way home To bed.