New Years Eve

Open up, it’s New Year’s Eve
Living in the best of times
Open up, it’s New Year’s Eve
All the swingers have turned to swine
We are only here in moments
Live to work and then you disappear
You had the time, you had the muscle
And the will to wander
Open up, it’s New Year’s Eve
Kiss the killers and the kind and the crude
I’m looking, boy, I can’t see through you
With your head bowed down in your brand-new suit
When I was a child, I was your father
Now I’m a man, I could be your son
You had the time, you had the muscle
And the will to wander
You walked away
Welcome back
You looked good, I guess
Welcome back
You looked reconstructed
Open up, it’s New Year’s Eve
Heard the faintest Auld Lang Syne
Should old acquaintances be forgotten
Or forgiven as whiskey turns to rhymes?
You were only here in moments
Saved for us in Super 8
You had the time, you had the muscle
And the will to wander