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. Mellow how to get to where one's going
And he points to his survival, and he points me down the road
As I go on and on
Wondering if I've got a soul
Counting down the hours 'till 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 detaniees who were barely kept alive
I could deal with trying to process pigeons acting like they're doves
But not with interference from the powerlines above
As I go on and on
Wondering if I've got a soul
Counting down the hours 'till it goes
And oh precautions, yes precaution
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 'bout 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
As I go on and on
Wondering if I've got a soul
Counting down the hours 'till it goes
On and on
Wondering if I've got a soul
Counting down the hours 'till it goes
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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. Mellow how to get to where one's going
And he points to his survival, and he points me down the road
As I go on and on
Wondering if I've got a soul
Counting down the hours 'till 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 detaniees who were barely kept alive
I could deal with trying to process pigeons acting like they're doves
But not with interference from the powerlines above
As I go on and on
Wondering if I've got a soul
Counting down the hours 'till it goes
And oh precautions, yes precaution
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 'bout 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
As I go on and on
Wondering if I've got a soul
Counting down the hours 'till it goes
On and on
Wondering if I've got a soul
Counting down the hours 'till it goes
Accidents mean no one's guilty, ignorance means someone's killed
So I asked our Mr. Mellow how to get to where one's going
And he points to his survival, and he points me down the road
As I go on and on
Wondering if I've got a soul
Counting down the hours 'till 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 detaniees who were barely kept alive
I could deal with trying to process pigeons acting like they're doves
But not with interference from the powerlines above
As I go on and on
Wondering if I've got a soul
Counting down the hours 'till it goes
And oh precautions, yes precaution
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 'bout 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
As I go on and on
Wondering if I've got a soul
Counting down the hours 'till it goes
On and on
Wondering if I've got a soul
Counting down the hours 'till it goes
Writer: THEODORE F LEO
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.