Track · Apr 19, 2026 · English

Counting Fences

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2:57

Language

English

Lyrics

[Verse 1] – [half-time feel, building tension]

Three roads out of this valley town

I took the one where the sun went down

Passed the church with the broken bell

Passed the well where the bracken swells

Same fence post. Same rusted wire.

Same patch of mud that swallows fire.

[Chorus] – [full gallop, breathless delivery]

Counting fences, losing count

The horse don't tire, the rider don't shout

Counting fences, losing my mind

Same oak tree for the third damn time

Counting fences—

[gasp]

Where's the gate?

[Verse 2] – [even faster, words tripping over each other]

I threw my watch. I threw my keys.

I threw a handful of family trees.

Nothing stops her. Nothing slows.

She doesn't even blink — she doesn't have a nose.

I'd pray but my throat's too dry

And God's just a word the living say goodbye with.

[Chorus] – [frantic, fiddle screeching]

Counting fences, losing count

The horse don't tire, the rider don't shout

Counting fences, losing my mind

Same dead crow for the third damn time

Counting fences—

[whispered, terrified]

The gate's still not there.

[Bridge] – [sudden silence except voice + one repeating guitar harmonic]

I hear her whisper something low

Sounded like my name… but also like no.

She taps my shoulder. I don't turn around.

[beat]

That's the last sound.

[Outro] – [music explodes back in for 4 bars, then stops mid-beat]

Counting fences counting fences counting fences counting—

[whip crack]

[sound of a body hitting dirt]

[hooves fading into crickets]

Style

gothic countrydark folkfemale140 bpmfiddle or bowed banjo playing franticrepeating two-note figureenglish

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AshePoalumu

GeneratedApr 19, 2026

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