Is it the tide pulling in yet?
Is the Sun sinking low yet?
Is it time for me to go yet?
Or will I keep waiting for the things
The ones I can count on
Though it is just as unfair as it seems
I may awaken to a world with no Sun
Or I may not awaken at all
I may stroll on a beach with no waves
Or try to walk, but then fall
It’s just as unfair as it seems
That the only thing I can count on is
That nobody can count on anything
Even to count doesn’t need to agree
For today, or tomorrow
Nothing