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Count Them All

Itís 8 oíclock but allís not well
Observers see the traffic swell
Hurtling headlong east and west
To try and make it to their desk
And as fumes foul the morning sky
You cannot help but wonder why
Weíve turned into this race of tunnel minds
Can you count them all?
Can you count them speeding by?
Can you count them all?
Can you count them all?
So filled their busy lives

A rear-view mirror shows a scene
Where metal folds and tyres scream
But mustnít stop to see whoís hurt
I might be seconds late for work
Minutes later sirens tune
Those waiting hope theyíll clear it soon
As queues stretch back to half way round the moon
They just count them all
Every second makes them fume
They just count them all
Every minute late
Each business meeting ruined.

By now the vultures have arrived
And chart the tale of those who died
Oblivious the cameras click
To try to get the gory bits
Three inch high the headlines cry
M-way drama few survive
All to make the paper catch our eye
They just count them all
Joyful at the rising toll
They just count them all
Every one a thousand more newspapers sold

On tea time news the food for thought
Is more of the grim spectator sport
Sometimes you get more worked up
When fiction dies on your soap op
But tunnel minds drive back next day
No flowers mark the motorway
Itís just like itís a game in some arcade
Cos they donít count at all
Theyíre not anybodyís loss
They donít count at all
Allís forgotten now, nobody gives a toss
They donít count at all
Just as long as itís not me
They donít count at all
Just a tiny drop of water in the sea.

Words and music by Den Miller
Copyright (C) 2003 Den Miller