Countin' on my fingers. Countin' on my toes. Slippin' through your fingers. Watchin' how it grows. You can love me baby but you can't walk out. Someone oughta tell you what it's really all about.
Written by Lindsey Buckingham.. . Listen to the wind on the water. Listen to the waves upon the shore. Try to sleep, sleep won't come. Just as I begin to fade.
You'll win prizes if you stay,. Cause that's how we do it in L.A.. See'est si bon, come what may,. That's how we do it in L.A.. Oh, hold on tight now, hold on to stay,.