When along comes another new year
We try to forget our past trouble,
To swallow our doubt and our fear,
And that life is lived in a bubble.

We talk about promise and hope
That winter will make way for spring,
That we will be able to cope
With whatever the new year will bring.

We'll resolve to turn a new leaf.
But will probably forget to remember.
And alas, and alack, and good grief,
We'll be right back here come December.