Rush hour came crawling out of the best laid plans of noon The vodka in the fridge at home sang with a haunting tune But I haven't heard a song I love in seven weeks or more I wondered if that little bird won't land here no more You can't count tears in the ocean in the dying days of June I've gone three miles in second gear and now I'm down to first Bring me a little water Sylvie, I'm dying here of thirst How can I tear the bottom out of these ass-drag blues? If I cannot hack it here can I go back to paying dues? You can't count tears in the ocean in the dying days of June ♪ Well leave me here for dead, is the song of my sigh As I pull off at Queensland beach and let the traffic by A southern breeze sings me home I wade in a western tune Well the sea may rake my sorrow back but it come crashing back too soon You can't count tears in the ocean in the dying days of June You can't count tears in the ocean in the dying days of June