And my socks just never seem to match
And every night I lie awake
And I think I've taken all thatt I can take
Just when I think that I'll break
From all the bending I take
The thought of you pulls me through
Oh, and then I count my blessings
Count up all my dreams come true
I'm gonna count my blessings
And when I count my blessings
Every night the news is bad
While the rich get richer and the poor get had
The threat of war is in the air
While the wise men try to lead us there
And just when all hope is lost
Composição: Curtis Stigers / Wayne Cohen
