Counting Upwards
Alexa Berard
I tapped my red shoes
I’m lost and singing the blues
I don’t know where I’m going to
1, 2 , 3, 4, Counting ants across the floor
Lying on a grey couch
Lazing while my thoughts slouch
We’re walking down a yellow brick road
5, 6, 7, 8, I’ll hurry up so I’m not late, my love
No place like home, no place like home
Lonely amongst strange people
Melancholy, somewhat peaceful
Opium flowers make us tired
We dream in a field where our brains rewire
Still tapping those red shoes
You’re gone and I’m amused
Honey where’d you go
9, 10, 11, 12, I am laughing to myself
Ha ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha...
9, 10, 11, 12, I am feeling more myself