There is a boxer, a young boxer
Living across the street from me
There is a woman living in my house
There's a light in the kitchen that needs my attention
Over in the corner there's a magazine rack
There's a garden growing in the back
What's a poor soul to do in keeping track
Of all of this and all of that

Counting the cost of keeping track
Of all of this and all of that

There's a picture, a sad picture
Of a little boy holding on
Maybe he's dead now, maybe he's alive
There's a time to get angry and a time to be sweet
Maybe I should telephone Grandmother
Tell her how much I've been missing her
What's a poor soul to do in keeping track
Of all of this and all of that

Counting the cost of keeping track
Of all of this and all of that
Counting the cost of staying true
To what it is I have to do

For every unkind word I've spoke
Counting the cost and keeping track
For all the money I've kept for myself
Counting the cost and keeping track
For every unreturned phone call
Counting the cost and keeping track
For every prayer I've locked up tight
Counting the cost and keeping track
I'm not running out of things to say
I'm running out of time to say them in