i start counting the leaves   while everybody's behind   i'm waiting here for the meek   they will inherit this time   and everybody's laughing    when you say you're gonna rise above   and there's no use asking    when you pray that all you need is love       it doesn't matter to me   well, does it matter to you   they didn't give you much space   they didn't give you much time    in this golden age       too much has been told   and too much has been said   but you'll never get old   when everybody's dead   and all your children are laughing   when you say you're gonna rise above    and there is no use asking    when you've got memories to dwell upon      it doesn't matter to me   well, does it matter to you   they didn't give you much space   they didn't give you much time    in this golden age       i start counting the leaves   while everybody's behind   i'm waiting here for the meek   they shall inherit this time   and everybody's laughing    when you say you're gonna rise above   but there's no use asking    when   you pray that all you need is love       it doesn't matter to me   well, does it matter to you   i didn't loose my face   i didn't trace my time   in your golden age