counting the days

counting the days on the calendar

strange how they bleed into each other

all that i need

is a day with you

pencil me in on your saturday

taking my leave

should i be waylaid please wait for me

on a day with you

maybe for now an hour will do

remember my dear this time last year

the sunsets were late and the days were long

and the nights were filled with song

the nights were filled with song

strolling the street we're strangely complete

let's stay awake till the morning comes

we don't need anyone

we don't need anyone

wasting my life at the traffic lights

getting nowhere

trapped in the turnstiles

stay within reach

of a day with you

maybe for now and hour will do