I saw him in the window out the corner of my eye,
He looked like all he wanted was somewhere warm to die:
Just me and my reflection and the time ticking by.

Yes, I've got food, drink and shelter and you don't need more,
And I stayed out of prison and I never went to war.
A good friend is hard to find and I found three or four.

So you can call me lucky, you can call me blessed,
But I've had my share of failure, rejection and the rest,
And now I swear I'm through with striving. All hope expired.
I know I should keep driving but I'm oh, so tired.
So thank you, you can count me out.

Did I do it my way? No, I compromised.
Regrets? Well, I've got plenty of quite substantial size.
So take me down to the water where the air is cool,
I know I should keep trying but I'm out of fuel,
So thank you, you can count me out.

Yes, I'll go down to the water, try to cleanse my soul.
I don't expect forgiveness but I want parole,
So thank you, you can count me out.

Count me out, boys. Count me out.
You can count me out.
Count me out, boys. Count me out.
You can count me out. Credit: Max Eider 2012