Forty-seven cracks in the sidewalk that leads
From my house to yours how do I know?
I count them every day
While following you from my house to yours
And though you don't know
I'm with you all the way
And wishing I could say
"Stop! I love you, darling won't you stay?"
But I always hang my head
And count all the cracks
In the sidewalk instead
Seventeen streetlights stand in between
My house and yours how do I know?
I count them every night
While tracing my steps
From my house to yours to the golden glow
Of your window light i wish somehow you knew
How long I've been in love with you
And wishing I were dead
I count all the cracks in the sidewalk
On my way home, to bed