New Years Day


        I give the man my money,
        forty-second street.
        I'd have drove myself,
        but I'd compete
        with drunks and trucks and lunatics.
        When did all this start to get to me?

        I almost made it;
        almost impressed the boy's back home
        when I tried to kiss the sky.
        Why did it have to go away.
        Don't they know it's New Years Day.

        The light reflects off the windows
        of the headlights of my cab.
        I can't see the people driving,
        they're just robots in a foreign land.
        And it makes me feel so isolated,
        cause I can only see myself.

        I'm dropped off at the party's droning,
        thrown by a guy I hardly know.
        I kiss the grinning hostess,
        impress the grinning host.
        I turn to hug a friend hello.  We watch the year die away.
        It's funny how the mood can move you with the promise of a day.

New Year's Day is copyright 1989 John Perry, Chris Morse, Ross Elbling, and Liberal Materialists Music. Any rebroadcast or republication is prohibited without one of our expressed written consent. Write to me with your comments or usage requests

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