Counting On - John Mark McMillan

When the night stops pushing up the day

When the miles drop me on the open planes

When I’ve lost grace with the lady of the dawn

You’re what I’m counting on

You’re what I’m counting on

Where the hounds run

Track me in my sleep

When I can’t trust the company I keep

When I’ve push passed the point of pressing on

You’re what I’m counting on

You’re what I’m counting on

I’m throwing stones

Up at your window

I’m casting shadows

Upon your door

Where the bombs break

Right outside my door

And I can’t shake the onset of my wars

When the stakes are raised

We hold the hand we’ve drawn

You’re what I’m counting on

I’m throwing stones

Up at your window

I’m casting shadows

Upon your door