Forty-seven cracks in the sidewalk that leads
From my house to yours
How do I know?
I count them every day

While following you
From my house to yours
And though you don't know
I'm with you all the way
And wishing I could say

"Stop! I love you, darling won't you stay?"
But I always hang my head
And count all the cracks in the sidewalk instead

Seventeen streetlights stand in-between
My house and yours
How do I know?
I count them every night

While tracing my steps
From my house to yours
To the golden glow
Of your window light
I wish somehow you knew
How long I've been in love with you
And wishing I were dead
I count all the cracks in the sidewalk
On my way home, to bed