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From a songwriting point of view, I consider this one of my first more mature lyrics. Yes, it’s still pretty depressing, but if you hear it in the context of the actual song, it’s got verses, choruses, pre-choruses, a bridge, and repeating lyrical motifs. Wank wank.

Happy New Year, kids.

Twelve o’clock… it’s another year
And another shot at leaving here
Has burst just like a bubble in this glass of cheap champagne.
I turn and give a wooden kiss
To the one who got me into this
And drink to drown the voices running through my brain.

Do you know where you’re going? And are you sure it’s there you’re going?

Last night I dreamed the two of us
Were riding on the Westdale bus.
I told you I was sorry and you said it was OK.
Then the radio station woke me up
With that song that always chokes me up,
The one about mistakes you make and New Year’s Day.

Do you know where you’re going? And do you even care you’re going?

I know I was wrong. I should have stayed.
Can we start again? It’s New Year’s Day.
I’ve known all along but what can I say?
Give me a chance. It’s New Year’s Day.

I know I was wrong. I should have stayed.
Can we start again? It’s New Year’s Day.
I’ve known all along but what can I say?
Give me a chance. It’s New Year’s

Day after day I think what I’d do
If I had one more day… one more day with you

Two o’clock… it’s time to go,
To head for home in the blowing snow,
And lie with her in the cold and bitter bed I’ve made,
But you can bet I’ll dream of us
Riding on the Westdale bus
Holding hands and laughing?

I know I was wrong. I should have stayed.
Can we start again? It’s New Year’s Day.
I’ve known all along but what can I say?
Give me a chance. It’s New Year’s Day.