Old man sits at his desk   One year for retiring   And he's up for review   Not quite sure what to do, each passing year   The workload grows      I’m always wishing, I’m always wishing too late   For things to come my way   It always ends up the same   Count your blessings   I must be missing, I must be missing the point   Your signal fades away and all I’m left with is noise   Count your blessings on one hand      So wait up I’m not sleeping alone again tonight   There’s so much to dream about, there must be more to my life      Poor little tin man, still swinging his axe   Even though his joints are clogged with rust      My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away   Safe in monotony, so safe, day after day   Count your blessings   My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away   cold wind blows off the lake and I know for sure that its too late   Count your blessings on one hand      So wait up I’m not sleeping alone again tonight   There’s so much to dream about, there must be more to my life      Can’t help but feel betrayed, punch the clock every single day   There’s no loyalty and no remorse   You spoke for present check   That makes me fucking sick   He's sick of, he can’t say no      Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh      So wait up I’m not sleeping alone again tonight   There’s so much to dream about, there must be more to my life   So wait up   So wait up I’m not sleeping alone again tonight   Between the light and shallow waves is where I’m going to die   Wait up for me   Wait up for me   Wait up for me