[Verse 1] When the room goes thin at night, And your thoughts get sharp with light, Count on a voice that won’t ask why, Just stays awake on your side. Count on bad jokes, half past two, Coffee rings and honest truth, Not to fix the whole damn sky, Just help you through this slice of night. [Pre-Chorus] When your smile won’t land, When your hands shake plans apart, When the noise gets mean, You can count on where I am. [Chorus] Count on a call with no big words, a laugh when the day still hurts, some air when the walls close in, a place where your pulse goes soft again. Count on the ride, the pause, the light, the truth that doesn’t cut like knives, and if the dark gets hard to move, Count on me for the little things that pull you through. [Verse 2] When the good comes rushing in, Count on me to grin with it, Raise a glass, miss the beat, Turn your win into something sweet. And when I’m not right next to you, Count on echoes holding through, Some small line I used to say, Finding you in the worst part of the day. [Pre-Chorus] When your head runs wild, When your heart goes out of frame, When the ground feels strange, You can count on me the same. [Chorus] Count on a call with no big words, a laugh when the day still hurts, some air when the walls close in, a place where your pulse goes soft again. Count on the ride, the pause, the light, the truth that doesn’t cut like knives, and if the dark gets hard to move, Count on me for the little things that pull you through. [Bridge] After the low land, hills appear. Slowly, but they’re here. So when your hope goes out of view, Borrow mine till yours breaks through. [Final Chorus] Count on a text, a tune, a spark, a handprint left inside the dark, some proof that you are not alone, even in the hours nobody owns. Count on the calm after the bend, the kind of love that just stays friend, and when the night has lost its blue, Count on me for the little things that carry you.