Lyrics

Counting Cracks
Words and Music by Micah Wolf ©
Blockplane Publishing, BMI.

Verses 1
My jeans be on the tire, which is tied up by the rope, I?m swinging back and forth trying to keep some hope,
Cause all my days and weeks have turned into months, which have turned into years and it?s bringing up my fears

But there?s no more counting cracks in the side-walk for me, I?ve got my head up, straight up, I?m looking at the sky, I?ve got dreams that are believable if I believe in them this time, I got to reach out and grab?em, hold them tell there mine.

I got so many questions that are ringing in my ears, it?s hard to decipher just what it is I hear, so it?s now wonder that the world can be so confusing to me, with it?s superficial, artificial, antiquated ways

To waste my time

Chorus
I?m tired so tired of wasting all my days
Surely there?s a brighter future just around the way
I?m tired so tired of wasting all my days
So going to stand up and live for today

Verses 2
If life has been a chess-board then I?ve been a pawn, which leaves me dumb founded and humbly wrong, I?ve been living guilty in self imprisonment, but I built these walls so I?ll help them fall.

I am breaking down my identity and dropping all my rules I am tired of being the puppet just playing the fool, my arms are wide open for it?s sweet embrace, a conscious revolution that will show me a solution

So I am ready to engage in vision quest, capture all my thoughts with the words I love best, to me this brings me freedom way deep down in my soul, it teaches me to question all the things that I know

So I?m down for whatever Cause I got time.