Counting the Cost

Lyrics

There is a boxer, a young boxer Living across the street from me There is a woman living in my house There's a light in the kitchen That needs my attention Over in the corner there's a magazine rack There's a garden growing in the back Now, what's a poor soul to do? Keeping track of all of this and all of that Counting the cost of keeping track Of all of this and all of that Counting the cost of keeping track Of all of this and all of that There is a picture, a sad picture Of a little boy holding on Maybe he's dead now, maybe he's alive There's a time to get angry And a time to be sweet Maybe I should telephone grandmother Tell her how much I've been missing her Oh, what's a poor soul to do? Keeping track of all of this and all of that Counting the cost of keeping track Of all of this and all of that Counting the cost of keeping track Of all of this and all of that Counting the cost of keeping track Of all of this and all of that Counting the cost of keeping track Of all of this and all of that Counting the cost of keeping track Of all of this and all of that Counting the cost of staying true To what it is I know to do For every unkind word I've spoke Counting the cost of keeping track For all the money I've kept for myself Counting the cost of keeping track For every unreturned phone call Counting the cost of keeping track For every prayer I've locked up tight Counting the cost of keeping track I'm not running out of things to say I'm running out of time to say them in Counting the cost of keeping track Of all of this and all of that Counting the cost of keeping track Counting the cost of keeping track Counting the cost of keeping track Counting the cost of keeping track...