Count Me In Tomorrow

A brother of mine has a troubled mind

But he would not say what's wrong

Tell me what's the thing that you had in your eyes

And underneath your tongue

There's some kind of spine that is wrong in your soul

I wanna listen to you

When you're sick and low

And you can count me in tomorrow

This dear friend of mine is one of a kind

Shines a light so pure

I don't think he knows just how much I love him

I don't know what he's aching for

My shoulders are there for you to lean on, man

I wanna soothe the dead pain

When you're sick and low

And you can count me in tomorrow

Yeah, the smile that he wears doesn't seem so simple

The beauty in him sure is true

The joy in his stare ain't that joyful sometimes

I just cannot let you be that blue

My brother of soul, well, he's not that tall

But his secrets reach the sky

My home is your home when the times get hard

And till your eyes get dry

I don't think you know how much I'm backing you up

I'll fix you something to eat

When you're sick and low

And you can count me in tomorrow

And you can count me in tomorrow