Counting Down the Hours

Innocence, it don't come easy, in a sense it never will Accidents mean no one's guilty, ignorance means someone's killed So I asked our Mr. Mellor how to get to where one's going And he points to his survival, and he points me down the road And I go on and on to lead a light low Wondering if I got a soul and counting down the hours 'til it goes On a dark wet night in April, on a street in Jersey where I went looking for some writing that I knew would not be there And a punter from the Pelhams and the police in the rain Were concerned more with a car than with the fact the light had changed But after listening all morning, as I drove down 95 To a story of detainees who were barely kept alive I could deal with trying to process pigeons acting like they're doves But not with interference from the power lines above 'Cause I go on and on to lead a light low Wondering if I've got a soul counting down the hours 'til it goes And precautions, yes precautions But if you're playing with a gun, well you could kill someone And in the dark it's hard to know a friend But I'm not angry, I won't be forever angry As I'm walking toward tomorrow with a rifle in my hand And I'm thinking about new England, and I'm missing old Japan And a mountain in California where a spring runs hot and cold And if I told you I felt ageless, would you tell me I'm not old? 'Cause I go on and on to lead a light low Wondering if I've got a soul and counting down the hours 'til it goes On and on to lead a light low Wondering if I've got a soul and counting down the hours 'til it goes