Miles Hodges - Count On It lyrics

Every day above ground is a good day for me Faith Faith be no easy task For me Believing in things often feels like a game of darts When I do indeed believe in something Someone usually takes that thing and nooses it to the hip of a Train I'll never be able to catch No matter how fast I run Always arrive at the platform an inch too late Stuck there Checking my watch like, "How did I not make it?" Like I prayed in everything and I watched As my faith fades like an outro Away Like grey towards the horizon I so badly Just want things I know I can count on In this vain I am luckier than most For when all else fails I know I can count on my mother She is still my lighthouse She is the only infinity tangible enough to touch Without her I have no instruments No Instruments at all When I fall When I fall I know I can count on my father If all else fails I can count on him to be honest You can count on the fact that he done raised me like between rock and hard place like floor of rainforest with pores that sweat pride Oh the wise of that man! Oh the home of those hands that I hate Hate Hate to need Need so much But those damn things done taught me everything that I trust Beyond doubt I know I can count on my brother And any words here will be a disservice But Bro I hold you dear and warm Like day does dawn Like You're me soon but I hope not I hope you stay as morning as you are now As full with hope And to poise of 6 am syruping behind those eyes That skyline of a smile So wide Yet So void of lies I can count on your spine And you can count on mine And we can count on the sky Though it be grey sometimes Hard to pray sometimes In a world Where medicine saves lives But Science seems to do its best to disprove God In a world where best friends Best friends Come and go like tides But cigarettes stay 20 in a pack burn straight every time So I can count on smoke And I can count on wine And I can't count on time Or all the times that I've sinned But I also can't count the times I've tried again So I can count on my pen I can count on my heathen I can count on my human I can count on the seasons to past and reasons not to last The meaning of life will illude me And sunsets will seduce me But I can count on the mountains I can count on the sea I can count on the wind I can count on the breeze And the trees and the bees Like this some Shel Silverstein sh** But real sh** Real sh** Real sh**. This motherf**in sidewalk don't end It dips and it curves it turns left and it bends Sometimes back to the beginning But there exists no map You'll never know when you're winning And I hate to admit it But I can't count on a God damn thing This is the trauma of being Mama gon die one day. My father's word will unfurl My brother's smile will curl The mountains will crumble Will move The sea will stumble Past the levees Leave your city in a permanent dust You can trust that the wind Will carry your girl to another man's bed And that's okay I'm learning how to surrender And that's okay I can't count on tomorrow But Why would I want to because Today Today and only Today You are the oldest you have ever been and the youngest you ever will be Know that This is one small man With one big heart In this prison of seven billion No happy ending But God does it feel good to be here