Counting Blue Cars

Текст песни Dishwalla - Counting Blue Cars

Must have been mid afternoon
I could tell by how far the child's shadow stretched out
And he walked with a purpose in his sneakers down the street
He had many questions like children often do

He said, "Tell me all your thoughts on God
Tell me, am I very far?"

Must've been late afternoon
On our way, the sun broke free of the clouds
And we count only blue cars, skip the cracks in the street
And ask many questions like children often do

We said, "Tell me all your thoughts on God
'Cause I'd really like to meet her
And ask her why we're who we are
Tell me all your thoughts on God
'Cause I'm on my way to see her
So tell me am I very far, am I very far now?"

It's getting cold, picked up the pace
How our shoes make hard noises in this place
Our clothes are stained, we pass many cross-eyed people
And ask many questions, like children often do
Nice

Tell me all your thoughts on God
'Cause I'd really like to meet her
And ask her why we're who we are
Tell me all your thoughts on God
'Cause I'm on my way to see her
So tell me, am I very far?

Am I very far now?
Am I very far now?
Am I very far now?
(Tell me all your thoughts on God)