I guess you wonder what's become of me? Well, I'm doing fine I've just got so much to do I lose track of time I come home and go to sleep I get up and go to work And before I know it I've marked Another day off my calendar. It's been one year, two months Three weeks and four days without you Four hundred fifty long nights of thinking about you The lonely hours and minutes keep mounting But who's counting? I go out to see a show when I can squeeze one in But sometimes a game of solitare takes all weekend I listen to the radio or watch TV till it goes off The rest of the time I just sit around staring at the clock. It's been one year, two months Three weeks and four days without you Four hundred fifty long nights of thinking about you The lonely hours and minutes keep mounting But who's counting? Who counts the nights of a walking the floor And who keeps track of tears anymore I for one don't have time to waste It doesn't matter to me that tomorrow makes, tomorrow makes. One year, two months Three weeks and four days without you Four hundred fifty long nights of thinking about you The lonely hours and minutes keep mounting But who's counting?...