Counting Stars Lyrics - Kate & Anna Mcgarrigle

Every year I think about coming back 

Seems like so much more 

Time goes by than that 

Hard to believe it's all real time 

I'm sorry I can't be there with everyone on Christmas 

To help bring in wood for the fire 

And carry a stack of warm plates 

To the table where the goose is served 

I got in damned trouble again 

It's like every year I get in trouble at Christmas time 

Is to where I expect in the rain and the darkness of November 

Leaves me feeling lost and hopeless 

So I went to a bar by myself to try and forget 

That I had nothing and no one 

And I got into a fight with a big loud jock 

He left me counting stars on the floor 

Every damn year is the same 

I say I'll come home 

Once I got a little more to show for myself 

Than just getting in trouble 

We were counting stars on the ski slopes 

Wearing all our clothes up against winter's snap 

Scampering up hell to steal a run 

On the Mohawk toboggan 

And later on we watched the hockey game 

With beer and cigarettes 

And finally we lay down to sleep 

In the small beds of our childhood 

Counting stars with the wavy glass 

Of the old storm windows 

On the big, long, crazy 

Mohawk toboggan