The Road

The past can feel so pleasant So different from the present The world pulls me in again But I pretend in my defense I am counting all my blessings Apart from being decent My thoughts can feel defeated The danger of a reckoning Spins my head before I begin I'm counting all my blessings 1, 2, 3, 4, I am adding up day by day All these numbers don't mean a thing As I forgot to appreciate All you gave How would you really know what you got If you never let go How would you know really what you got If you never let go How would you know what you really got If you never let go 1, 2, 3, 4, I am adding up day by day All these numbers don't mean a thing As I forgot to appreciate All you gave