Thursday's Band - Leavings Lyrics

I plan to count all the clouds
I plan to walk on the sand
I plan to say it out loud
I plan to cradle your hand

I plan to shake off the blues
I plan to sink a few jars
I plan to turn off the news
I plan to stare at the stars

At zero dark hundred
The night fills with demons
Mosquito buzzing your bed
Don't be downhearted
It's just the leavings
Passing the time in your head
And you'll forget what they said

I plan to read me a book
All of the chapters at once
I plan to learn how to cook
And other improbable stunts

Morning - that's breakfast
Eggs and rye toast and OJ
Sunshine lays on the table
Sets you right up for the day