Count on Me Songtext
von Trout Fishing in America

You can count on your fingers
You can count on your toes
Count the freckles on your freckledy face
Or the hairs in your Daddy′s nose
But you can count on me 'cause I′ll always be your friend
Count on me, I'll say it time and time again


Sometimes get a little weird
Hey, and everything goes crazy
You know I won't disappear
′Cause weird doesn′t even faze me
You can count on me through all these mixed up days
Count on me, you know I'm never far away
There are oysters in the ocean
Making pearls from little grains of sand
And there′s coal beneath the mountain that turns to diamonds
Well, I can turn your darkest night
Into the brightest day you've ever had
So count to 10 if you′re angry, but count on me if you're sad

Sometimes I act a little spoiled
And sometimes I lose my patience
Yeah and I can get so worked up and worried
That my good sense escapes me
But you can count on me, ′cause I can put these things behind me
Count on me, you'll always know where to find me
Count on me 'cause I′ll always be your friend