Count On Me — текст песни (Trout Fishing In America)

(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet)
Well, you can count on your fingers,
And you can count on your toes,
Count the freckles on your freckledy face,
Or the hairs in Daddy`s nose.
But you can count on me, `cause I`ll ways be your friend.
Count on me, I`ll say it time and time again.
Yeah, when things get a little weird,
Hey and everything goes crazy,
You know I won`t disappear,
`Cause weird doesn`t even faze me,
But you can count on me through all these mixed-up days.
Count on me, you know I`m never far away.
There are oysters in the ocean
Making pearls from little grains of sand,
And there`s coal beneath the mountain that turns to diamonds.
Well, I can turn your darkest night
Into the brightest day you`ve ever had.
So count to ten if you`re angry, but count on me if you`re sad.
Sometimes I act a little spoiled
And sometimes I lose my patience,
Hey, and I can get so worked up and worried
That my good sense escapes me,
But you can count on me,
`cause I can put these things behind me.
Count on me, you`ll always know where to find me.
Count on me, `cause I`ll always be your friend.