I rarely write autobiographically but in 2015 a song fell out of the air one day called Countin’ that felt a little like my life in all its struggles and striving.  I don’t know if anyone liked it as much as I did and yet I continued to play it most months at Songwriting Guild anyway.

I’m on sabbatical right now and am doing a bunch of creative experiments as a way to refresh and revive my soul.  My wife Sara Ann and I have been shooting some live music videos and so here’s a live version of Countin’ from lovely Lake Hopatcong:

Lyrics:

And I’m countin’ all my battles on the way o’er to the bank
Been slaving all the day under a man who couldn’t thank
And at night I take this little stage and beat up old guitar
The only way that I get paid is: “Boy, you’ll go real far!”

And i’m countin’ all my failures as I stumble off to church
All the shame and guilt I hold and all life’s little hurts
And the preacher says that freedom’s found in ‘fessin’ all our sins
Oh boy, the list is way too long and I don’t know where to begin

Oh for sure this life is thankless it is cruel
A vapor in the wind and a game we’ll never win
So forgive me if I look the fool
But I’ll praise the Lord for what He gave and drink this cup half full

And i’m countin’ all my blessings on the way down to the bar
The Good Lord knows that these few mites, they won’t go very far
But I’m sure to find some beauty in the bottom of a beer
Some days (hell I’ll be honest, most) it’s the only joy round here

Oh for sure this life is thankless it is cruel
A vapor in the wind and a game we’ll never win
So forgive me if I look the fool
But I’ll praise the Lord for what He gave and drink this cup half full

And I’m countin’ all my troubles on the way down to the grave
I’m tryin to be thankful just like the scriptures say
And I’m hoping at the end of all this struggle I will find
A little hope, a dash of joy and, oh Lord, peace of mind

Here’s the original demo: