January

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