I’ve been counting my blessings
And counting my pennies
And counting my days
In the employ of Benny
It’s been simply too long
and too seldom simple
Now I’m getting ready
for another long season
Of licking my wounds
And stringing together tones
Of speaking to no one
Of being alone

You gave me the lowdown
You grave me the scoop
This morning on the telephone
You were flying the coop
You were setting us free
Both you and me
Now I’m getting ready
For another long season of silence
And skipping flat stones
Of nights filled with nothing
Of being alone

On the hottest night in
The hottest month of the year
Lights fill the sky
For somebody’s premiere
You say you’re getting ready
for a season of growth
And I’m getting ready
For another long season
Of not paying bills
Or answering the phone
Of falling behind
Of being alone

As I walk by the tree
You stand next to me
You are a ghost
I could almost touch
I forget the summer
I forget to breathe
Now I’m getting
For another long season
Of recalling conversations
Now mostly unknown
Of rebelling against nature
Of being alone

In the middle of the middle
Of the season of sweat
I ask for a reason
You ask for a cigarette
But you know I don’t smoke
Must have been someone else
Now I’m getting ready
For another long season
Of magazine nights,
And digging for bones
Of praying for tears
Of being alone

Magazine nights,
And digging for bones
Of praying for tears
Of being alone

(lyrics: Dan Bern)