Ooh, is that a year gone by?
The ball, it drops like FM pop,
And just like that, it dies. Ooh, another year gone by.
Things can change on New Years Day
no matter what you cry. Ooh, we never get to stay.
Right or wrong, short or long,
it always slips away. Ooh, but soon we realize
that even for a flash or more
it all can synchronize. Sometimes time is laughing and it makes me feel
like its all unreal.
And though Id say Id beg or borrow, Ill still get along
although another year is gone. Ooh, is that a year gone past?
I could cry, but really, why?
I see it full, not fast. Ooh, the pendulums will sway
all in time, if just one time
before it slips away. Sometimes time is laughing and it makes me feel
like its all unreal.
And though Id say Id beg or borrow, Ill still get along
although another year is gone.