After all the streets go quiet
Walk along the bridge in silence
I feel like a desert island
Waiting to be found
Good times will come in January
They've been a stranger to me
Good time will come in January
I'll meet you on new year eve
I see the lights go out through the shutters
I see reflected stars in the gutters
I feel like a childless mother
Waiting to be found
On new year eve
I want to tell you on new year eve
I want to tell you how I feel