new year

wake up, it’s a new year
put some clothes on, dear
time to find a new tape to play
it’s been a while since B flipped back to A

because we know we’re getting old, even our moms are saying so
clean up your room, there’s no-one but you to tell you to do what you’re told

and you can’t get out, no matter how you try
you can’t get out, and you don’t know why
you can pout, baby you can cry
but you can’t get out, and you don’t know why

let’s go find some new streets today
almost doesn’t matter which way
long as it’s aimless wandering
watch the red until it turns to green

now that i know i’m getting old, i hope my map knows where to go
cuz i’m out of breath, i need a rest, and my shoes are hurting my toes

and i can’t get out….

let’s sit, and watch the sun rise
let it get in our eyes
want to feel the earth spin back around
and listen while the silence makes a sound

what do we know about getting old?
we are brand new, and we’re just passing thru
let’s look around before we go

and we can’t get out….

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