I'm counting on my left hand   How many moons to come   Before these days start getting longer      I'm counting on my right hand   How many summers left   Before the sun goes down without me      And I clear my throat   I shake my head   Before I'll go down   For coffee      And I clear my throat    I shake my head   Before I'll go back    To sleep      I'm checking my phone bills   For a way to see the future   Maybe there's some luck in all these numbers      I'm looking for a direction   In the roadmap of my face   For signs at each crossing of those lines      And I clear my throat   I shake my head   Before I'll go down   For coffee      And I clear my throat   I shake my head   Before I'll go back    To sleep      The clock is ticking   The blood is boiling   The head is spinning   And my hands are wet      The clock is ticking   My mind is boiling   The room is spinning   My hands are sweat      Come on, scare me   I seem to like it      And I clear my throat   I shake my head   Before I'll go back   To sleep