Текст песни The Thought That Counts

It's a gift, it's a prize, it's a good alibi Such a trip, such a ride, I don't believe you Like a curse on your lips, like the courage that you sip It's a slave with a whip, and it will beat you Chasing shadows, running ragged, going round and round But when you're down, you're half way home And that's the thought that counts, oh, yeah It's a kick, it's a find, putting out party lines Before you can realise, you've been enlisted Start to talk - nothing comes, shooting blanks, empty guns What used to be so loud is just a whisper Chasing shadows, running ragged, going round and round But when you're down, you're half way home And that's the thought that counts, oh, yeah The well is running dry, the clock is going slow The worst is doing time, the best is touch and go oh, yeah oh no Chasing shadows, running ragged, going round and round But when you're down, you're halfway home And that's the thought that counts It's a gift, it's a prize, it's a slip, it's a drive Like a curse on your lips, it's a slave with a whip Chasing shadows