The Year

No more champagne

And the fireworks

Are through

Here we are

Me and you

Felling lost

And feeling blue

It′s the end of the party

And the morning

Seems so grey

So unlike

Yesterday

Now′s the time

For us to say

Happy new year

May we all

Have a vision

Now and then

Of a world where

Every neighbour is a friend

Have our hopes

Our will to try

If we don′t

We might as well

Lay down and die

You and I

Sometimes I see

How the brave new

World arrives

And I see

How it thrives

In the ashes

Of our lives

Oh yes, man is a fool

And he thinks

He′ll be ok

Dragging on

Feet of clay

Never knowing

He′s astray

Keeps on going

Anyway

Seems to me now

That the dreams

We had before

Are all dead

Nothing more

Than confetti

On the floor

It′s the end of the decade

In another ten year′s time

Who can say

What we′ll find

What lies waiting down the line

In the end of

Ninty-nine