He was working late.
She said, “Do you know the time?!?”
He said, “Now, can’t this wait?
I’ve got to catch the other line.”
So she slammed down the phone
And she started to shout,
And she cried out to no one,
“Don’t you think I count?”
She sat and she stewed
In the blue TV light.
This was nothing new,
Just an old, worn-out fight.
It was half-past ten
When he walked in the house
And she cried out again,
“Don’t you think I count?
Don’t you think I count all the nights when you miss dinner?
Don’t you think I count the days there’s just too much to do?
Don’t you think I count the weeks since you leapt into my arms?
Don’t you think I count the hours till you walk into our room?
Don’t you think I count on you for everything?
Don’t you think I count?”
It took him by surprise;
He didn’t know what to say.
It was not in his plans
That she should feel this way.
He said, “What more can I do?
I work day in and day out!”
She said, “I’m not getting through!
I asked you, Don’t you think I count?!?”
He looked like a child,
Stubborn and proud,
And then a helpless smile.
He said, “I do it for you,
I do all that I know
To make our dreams come true.”
Standing there in the hall,
She felt her hair going gray:
A souvenir of The Fall,
And it’s always been that way.
So she sighed, “I just missed you,
And that’s all this is about.”
At a loss, he just kissed her,
And asked her, “Don’t you think I count?
Don’t you think I count all the nights when I miss dinner?
Don’t you think I count the days there’s just too much to do?
Don’t you think I count the weeks since you leapt into my arms?
Don’t you think I count the hours till I walk into our room?
Don’t you think I count on you for everything?
Don’t you think I count?”