The time we grant each other is like that of a  
   syndicated movie
Not that anyone is watching
Might catch the end of it
For old time sake

   It's no mystery why there's this feeling on a
   Tuesday
Just like any other day
It all runs together
A watermark on a watercolor

    And with the way things are going who    
    knows
I might find a way out
If it pans out
If my luck doesn't
Doesn't run out

    So on that note I might see you at next years
    ball
Maybe watch it drop
Maybe midnight
Maybe I won't drop the ball