Lyrics
The Counting House
by Mike Green, November 2021
You best go back to the starting point, and try it once again
beginner’s mind is a funny place to end
You want to say you're sorry but can’t remember why
Are you sorry just for being born like this
There's just so many things to do before your time runs out
How many can you check off from your list?
Your favorite tools in the counting house are your fingers and your toes
Any more than that you can't keep track
Confusion reigns in the counting house when your courage starts to slow
And who is left that you know will have your back?
You best go back to the starting point, and try it once again
beginner’s mind is a funny place to end
one thing you do in the counting house is measure what you’ve lost
it doesn’t do much good, but there you go
remember all the pain you’ve dealt, the roads you didn’t take
Your childish ways you thought you would outgrow
From the playground up to middle age, to counting out your pills
You gather love and then you lose your mind
It goes by like a windstorm, then slows down to a crawl
When was it supposed to be your prime?
You best go back to the starting point, and try it once again
beginner’s mind is a funny place to end
The past hangs there before you, a picture on your wall
Everyone you've loved and then forgot
They parade ‘round you in circles, remind you what you said
And echo it all back around the clock
Eventually the echo stops, there's nothing left to hear
Except maybe the heartbeat of the womb
The past becomes the present, and the future fades to gray
Breathe in and the whole world becomes your room
You best go back to the starting point, and try it once again
beginner’s mind is a funny place to end
You best go back to the starting point, and try it once again
beginner’s mind is a funny place to end