NYE, 2020.

There it is again, that funny feeling something’s wrong

The ball drops just a little slower

And time is standing still

We made it through, but where do we go now?

Speak your last words, your questions, concerns

The ocean washes the time away

And the smoke in the air will fade

Tell me, dear, we made it through, but where do we go now?

Where do we go now?