A rather noisy and raw, one-take-wonder on my phone, done with minimal preparation and the words and melody written on-the-fly, ad lib, as I played the guitar part.

Count yourself a lucky one You're waking with the rising sun And though you're aching inside You know you're on the right side of the day

Count your blessings every one Even ones that seem one way I don't know what it is I've become But I finally know the way

Here to live, with fire What we have become Chances are you'll see What we have become