Counting the Cost

There is a boxer, a young boxer
Living across the street from me
There is a woman living in my house
There's a light in the kitchen
That needs my attention
Over in the corner there's a magazine rack
There's a garden growing in the back

Now, what's a poor soul to do?
Keeping track of all of this and all of that

Counting the cost of keeping track
Of all of this and all of that
Counting the cost of keeping track
Of all of this and all of that

There is a picture, a sad picture
Of a little boy holding on
Maybe he's dead now, maybe he's alive
There's a time to get angry
And a time to be sweet
Maybe I should telephone grandmother
Tell her how much I've been missing her

Oh, what's a poor soul to do?
Keeping track of all of this and all of that

Counting the cost of keeping track
Of all of this and all of that
Counting the cost of keeping track
Of all of this and all of that

Counting the cost of keeping track
Of all of this and all of that
Counting the cost of keeping track
Of all of this and all of that

Counting the cost of keeping track
Of all of this and all of that
Counting the cost of staying true
To what it is I know to do

For every unkind word I've spoke
Counting the cost of keeping track
For all the money I've kept for myself
Counting the cost of keeping track
For every unreturned phone call
Counting the cost of keeping track
For every prayer I've locked up tight
Counting the cost of keeping track
I'm not running out of things to say
I'm running out of time to say them in
Counting the cost of keeping track
Of all of this and all of that

Counting the cost of keeping track
Counting the cost of keeping track
Counting the cost of keeping track
Counting the cost of keeping track...