New Year Song

lend me a walking stick and i’ll lean on it and i’ll walk on out through the snowbound yard past the neighbours on the lawn, drinking last year out i’ll leave this town, cut the year off clean

cauterized by leaving, sick and tired of living last year

roll out the tarmac and baptize the aircraft ‘escape and loss’ and push me off

the cold can bleach us out and freeze our doubt so all that you knew becomes muffled and mute

i’m done with this all this standing stiff when i move my mouth only snow comes out

euthanized by whiteness but i’ll arise, despite this last year

so roll out the tarmac and baptize the aircraft ‘escape and loss’ and push me off

should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? should old acquaintance be forgot, and old lang syne?

for auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, we’ll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.