All the pain
All the frozen rain
All the strength we feign
And hope that's all in vain

These stories we would tell
If only we had someone to trust

All the past
These cynics and iconoclasts
Ideals we hold to fast
And dreams that never seem to last

These stories we would tell
If we knew we had someone to talk to

And maybe last year wasn't
What we wish it would be
But the future is much brighter
Than we ever thought it could be

These stories that tear us apart
Are what in the present build us

And in the future fill us
With the peace and prosperity we deserve
February was so cold
But we march to someplace warmer

Talk to me
Talk to me
You talk to me
I talk to you

If every year before has been sorrow
This next one will be happy

And I'll do all I can
Left and right
Sound and sight
The futures bright

And you'll have a happy birthday

(At least I hope you will)