John Mark McMillan - Counting on

When the night ^Astops pushing up the ^Dday When the miles ^Adrop me on the o^Epen planes When I’ve ^Alost grace with the lady of th^De dawn ^AYou’re what Iâ€^E™m counting on ^{F#m A}You’re what I’^Em counti^Ang on

Where the hounds^A run and track me in my sl^Deep When I canâ?^A?™t trust the co^Empany I keep When I’ve p^Aushed past the point of ^Dpressing on ^AYou’re what Iâ^E€™m counti^F#mng on ^AYou’re what I’m c^Eount^Aing on

I’^Am throwing ston^Des Up at y^Aour window ^D I’^Am casting sha^Ddows Upon^A your door ^D

Where the bombs ^Abreak right outside my d^Door And I can?^A?€™t shake the onset of^E my wars When the stakes are rai^Ased and we hold the hand we’ve dra^Dwn ^AYou’re what I’^Em counting on

^AI’m throwin^Dg stones ^AUp at your windo^Dw ^AI’m casting sh^Dadows ^AUpon your door ^D