a different drum is playing a different kind of beat
i see you crying and i want to kill your friends
i hear your footsteps in the street
it won't be long before we meet
just count me in and count me out
and i'll be waiting for the shout
said no one really changed
got different badges but they wear them just the same
that flaming fountain in those kindred caring eyes
i hear your footsteps in the street
it won't be long before we meet
just count me in and count me out
and i'll be waiting for the shout
i hope it haunts me 'til i'm hopeless
i hope it hits you when you go
and sometimes on the edge of sleeping
it rises up to let me know
they're calling all the shots
they'll call and say they phoned
they'll call us lonely when we're really just alone
they've bought the bullets and there's no one left to shoot
i hear your footsteps in the street
it won't be long before we meet
just count me in and count me out
and i'll be waiting for the shout
i hear your footsteps in the street
it won't be long before we meet
just count me in and count me out
and i'll be waiting for the shout