Counting (Remastered)

Every night I sit home alone

Sitting by my radio

I'm just hoping that something good will come on

But it never does

Hours away, back in the street

Sally's out with some man she'd met

She's just hoping that something good will come along

But it never did

And I'm still hoping

Hoping that someone could tell me

I sit here praying

That somebody knows

I keep on wishing

That someone could tell me

Exactly what I'm going to do

So late at night

I make up games

I try to make the silence play

What harm could it do

Sometimes I try and call you

I'd seen him come

I'd seen him go

Some are faster now

Some not so

You know Sally

She ain't a bit of fun anymore

And I'm still hoping

Hoping that someone could tell me

I sit here praying

That somebody knows

I keep on wishing

That someone could tell me

Exactly what I'm going through

So every night

I'm home alone

Just sitting by my radio

Just hoping that something good will come along

But it never does

And I'm still hoping

That it someone could tell me

I sit here praying

That somebody knows

I keep on wishing

That someone could tell me

Exactly what I'm doing here