By: Steve Wynn
She is too strong to take any shit
to weak to give it out
Never ever saw her cry
and never made her shout
So it turned into a lifetime
what started as a phase
We sit calmly and quiet alone and in love
waiting and counting the days
Her father was a dockworker
my father drank and fought
She searched for something better
and that's just what we got
Though we still see "On the Waterfront"
everytime it plays
We sit calmly and quiet alone and in love
waiting and counting the days
Counting the days
Counting the days
Counting the days
Counting the days
As she thinks of the future
I dream of the past
Late at night we dream aloud
until the die is cast
Conspirators, combatants
oh let me count the ways
We sit calmly and quiet alone and in love
waiting and counting the days
We sit calmly and quiet alone and in love
waiting and counting the days
We sit calmly and quiet on the verge of a riot
waiting and counting the days
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