Counting Cracks

I'm walking down to the ocean
Counting waves out in the open

Just look at the nice young lovers
Arms linked like chains to each other's
Same home, same room, same covers,
Same life, one slips each suffers

Oh look at the caring mother
Kids play, like a hawk she hovers
Now she's calling, "Time for supper"
They spring up, string puppets of hers

But I'm stepping down to the sidewalk
Counting cracks, no desire to talk

I'm lying down beneath a blue sky
Counting clouds, remembering I and I