Before the countdown starts at ten minutes to twelve
And then it's time to stand around
And say happy new year
Like we did last year, and try not to picture
What thrills may await us
Though thrills they may be, they could also
Disarm us
But for now it's six, so lets just have dinner
We will drink tea now, and then later
White wine
And at midnight champagne, from the city of love
And love we shall for a new year begins
Old feelings can simmer
When it gets to nine, we are all in the lounge
It's all just a game, until twelve
But not literally because we don't play games
No, it's debatable television
Which asks us
'Are you all ready at home?'
For the new year? For the clock to strike ten?
As ten strikes we start on the wine
And the comedy marathon takes up some time
I feel like we're wasting time, waiting for the new year
But when the clock passes twelve, the waiting will start
For next year, which is funny
Because nobody expects the first two minutes to mean anything
I'd like to make them meant something one day
Maybe make a decision, get married
Have a kid, fight crime, find something, find someone
Be me, find myself
Or just have another glass of light champagne
And suddenly it's past eleven
Twenty minutes to go
I wish a year added to my collection would change my opinion
But I'll just drink from the city of love instead
