I count the minutes, hours and days, dear   The weeks out of months and into years, dear   I've got so much left to give   But for what do I really have to live?      I try to bless myself with boredom   But I still feel cursed and burdened   Every day is trying on me   I can't say why I just can't be      There's always something missing still   I just can't find my place or will   To keep on keeping on the wheel   Like a rab rat, sick and ill      There's no tomorrow   Just endless sorrow   Give me an answer   That I can borrow   And give back to you some other day   If you would just show me the way      I count the minutes, hours and days, dear   The weeks out of months and into years, dear   I've got so much left to give   But for what do I really have to live?      Effortless days, I rot away   While I sit drinking in the shade   All I want is to appreciate   Get myself to the perfect place      There's no tomorrow   Just endless sorrow   Give me an answer   That I can borrow   And give back to you some other day   If you would just show me the way