Each year is just like the last
It comes crashing in
Each time we say
This year will be better
It allways starts out great
Until it falls apart
like an old rotten sweater
.
we labor and toil
As the Earth makes its rounds
Three hundred and sixty five spins
And it's back where the pathe begins
.
Indiferant Celestials
Hurling through the cosmos
Positioning them selves
In an eternal dance
Yet the inexorable March of time
Continues on
.
Kingdom's rise
And the ocans dry
Mountains are inverted
The Earth is turned on its side
It's a new year
To the old
I'm saying good bye