And what do you do when it all goes right?
How am I meant to cope!
When every part of the journey isn’t a fight,
And I don’t have to lose all hope.
What if it all works out?
What am I meant to do then?
I’m used to living in doubt
I’m used to counting to ten
One foot after another
Two steps left to go
Three days I’ve been searching
Four things I don’t know
Five minutes after I get there
Six stones fall on my head
Seven times I’ve stumbled on
Eight meals that left me unfed
Nine hours after I wake up
Ten things have gone awry
There’s nothing else I could count on
Except the fact that I may die
So when things don’t go to hell
You see why I have my doubts
You say opportunity is like a well
Well I’ve grown used to droughts
