Counting Down The Days (Taxiride)

Long may the sun shine on you Long may the rain fall on me I'm having trouble in my head It comes form the things you said Now I'm counting down the days I never told you half the truth I'd always tiptoed through your room I can't be sorry for what I've done I couldn't spoil the fun Now I'm counting down the days And the ocean holds no clues And that plane overhead could be taking you away I haven't always been this cold Before the news grows old I'll be counting down the days