Rubber Robots

I am in a day I don't understand how the calendar works These days are counted I am in the way of numbers falling trees and lumber Falling leaves cant count them the waves cant count them my rubber boots my leather feet Rain and suites Magic colors in the sky Only there for you The days are counted the weeks the months the years the sun Counting my teeth in the mirror Can i count on you As the wind in your hair Can i count on you to love me I am lost in the days I have found ways I have found you I am the number not counted As I stare at the waves and think of you In the fog in the haze under the tent counting the days Alone with my thoughts I look at you I live every day with rubber robots