New
Yet still feeling continued.
The cold starting to make a move
The new breaks
The new light.
A lousy feeling overcoming me
Things aren't new
Things are the same
Sure let the ball drop
At the strike of midnight
Strummed out
High as a kite
Never wanting to come down
Unlike that glimmering ball.
The city wasn't freezing
A new sensation
With an old surrounding
January.