Here we stand, nearly 12AM waiting for someone to start the countdown so we can kiss and pretend that it’s gonna be different this year. And now here they come again with champagne filled glasses so we can toast and make promises that we know we’re never gonna keep. Outside the fireworks sound like a war that’s a million miles away and people are dyin’ just the same as yesterday but we don’t have to see their face. So, we just keep our thoughts to ourselves and never mention out loud that sooner or later the new year is gonna get old.