Count To 10

She said I'll give you Indian feathers

For your honesty

And even if you've lied

It doesn't matter anymore

Promise me you'll walk the streets

of gold I'll bestow upon you

And if you fail you count to ten and try again

Oh each night sleep on clouds

Oh leave your world of doubts

You can't wait for tomorrow

There is magic every day

You count to ten and try again

10, 10 out of 10

For above and down below

A horn is broken but the wing has grown

I feel the flesh but the spirit's dead

I feel the spirit but the flesh upset

I count to ten and try again

Wings of prayer let the people stare

I blow a kiss to a guiding cloud

And let the stars, the stars hang out

What you're waiting for, what you're waiting for?