Don't Count On Me

come on in, sorry for the mess
but I've just never seen the point
in stirring dust or making beds
like apologies and excuses
sometimes neater left un-made
I guess it's 'cause I know
I'll just be making them again
but I'm afraid if I stop talking
I'll run out of things to say

so don't count on me
makin' too much sense
don't count on me
gettin' off the fence
oh, it feels so good
to get that off my chest…

this winter hangs so cold and gray
I've been waiting with the birds
for those warm and sunny days
when I can lie outside all afternoon
spread like a picnic on the lawn
and listen to the lawnmowers
hum their favorite mowin' songs
while clouds drift past and children laugh
and cicadas sing along

chorus

come on in, make yourself at home
throw your coat there on the chair
I'll go unplug the phone
maybe if we're lucky
we'll run out of things to say
maybe when we wake up
we'll just leave the bed un-made
now let's draw the blinds
and lose our minds
and make love here in the shade

so careful to stay as far from the pain
as the arrow in the heart
innocent and bloodless
like on those lacy greeting cards…

so don't count on me…
please, don't count on me…