Countin' Quarters

Well the past ain't what it used be

It's all up inside between my ears

And my mind of mine won't let me be

Makes me count up all my minutes, hours, and years

But I wish to God and I hope to hell

That I could understand that's in the now

Four or five years ago I understood

But I don't understand why or how

Maybe it's in the money

For it waxes and it wanes

And it makes the past seem possible

And all its losses and its gains

But I couldn't care about money

Well at least that's what I'd say

Until I'm counting all my quarters

Just to find my rent to pay

It's all comes down to rhymeless reason

But I missed every single sign

And it stands to every season

With the changing of the time

It's just that sometimes I can't figure out

Whether I am the plowman or the plow

Four or five years ago I understood

But I don't understand much of it now

Four or five years ago I understood

But I don't understand much of it now