Boiled Frogs Alexisonfire

[Verse 1: George Pettit]
A man sits at his desk one year from retirement
And he's up for review, not quite sure what to do
Each passing year the workload grows

[Pre-Chorus: Dallas Green & George Pettit]
I'm always wishing, I'm always wishing too late
For things to go my way, it always ends up the same
Count your blessings
I must be missing, I must be missing the point
Your signal fades away and all I'm left with is noise
Count your blessings on one hand

[Chorus: Dallas Green]
So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
There's so much to dream about, there must be more to my life

[Verse 2: George Pettit]
Poor little tin man still swinging his axe
Even though his joints are clogged with rust

[Pre-Chorus: Wade MacNeil & George Pettit]
My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away
Safe in monotony (so safe!) day after day
Count your blessings
My youth is slipping, my youth is slipping away
Cold wind blows off the lake and I know for sure that it's too late
Count your blessings on one hand