@migu music@

Counting Stars - Kate & Anna McGarrigle

Every year I think about coming back

Seems like so much more

Time goes by than that

Hard to believe it's all real time

I'm sorry I can't be there

With everyone on Christmas

To help bring in wood for the fire

And carry a stack of warm plates

To the table where the goose is served

I got in damned trouble again

It's like every year I get

In trouble at Christmas time

Is to where I expect in the rain

And the darkness of November

Leaves me feeling lost and hopeless

So I went to a bar by myself to try and forget

That I had nothing and no one

And I got into a fight with a big loud jock

He left me counting stars on the floor

Every damn year is the same

I say I'll come home

Once I got a little more to show for myself

Than just getting in trouble

We were counting stars on the ski slopes

Wearing all our clothes up against winter's snap

Scampering up hell to steal a run

On the Mohawk toboggan

And later on we watched the hockey game

With beer and cigarettes

And finally we lay down to sleep

In the small beds of our childhood

Counting stars with the wavy glass

Of the old storm windows

On the big long crazy

Mohawk toboggan