Counting Miracles

Inside out umbrellas any train that's running late can make me lose all patience with the human race absent-minded taxis leave me standing in the street and I let the world come caving in when I should just be Counting miracles one by one everywhere are signs there are miracles and they come to open hearts and minds I could spend all my waking hours counting miracles that fill my life First snow of winter on a young girl's blushing face and the old folks that still touch and never act their age a letter from a lost friend or a hand against my back the tree that grows outside my door a stranger's laugh Counting miracles one by one everywhere are signs there are miracles and they come to open hearts and minds I could spend all my waking hours counting miracles that fill my life Counting miracles one by one everywhere are signs there are miracles and they come to open hearts and minds I could spend all my waking hours counting miracles that fill my life