John Mark McMillan - Counting on

When the n^Gight stops pu^Cshing up the day When the m^Giles drop me ^Don the open planes When I?ve l^Gost grace with the l^Cady of the dawn Yo^Gu?re what I'm co^Dunting ^Emon Yo^Gu?re what I'm co^Dunting ^Gon

Where the ho^Gunds run and tr^Cack me in my sleep When I ca^Gn?t trust the com^Dpany I keep When I?ve pu^Gshed past the p^Coint of pressing on Yo^Gu?re what I'm c^Dounting ^Emon Yo^Gu?re what I'm c^Dounting ^Gon

I?m thr^Gowing sto^Cnes Up a^Gt your win^Cdow I'm cas^Gting sha^Cdows Up^Gon your do^Cor

Where the b^Gombs break ri^Cght outside my door And I ca^Gn?t shake the o^Dnset of my wars When the st^Gakes are raised and we h^Cold the hand we?ve drawn Y^Gou?re what I'm co^Dunting o^Gn

I?m thr^Gowing sto^Cnes Up a^Gt your win^Cdow I'm cas^Gting sha^Cdows Up^Gon your do^Cor