Twenty seven minutes till a brand new year
He’s asleep in that room; I’m in here
It doesn't really matter, we don’t talk any more
There are more walls between us
than this single door
He doesn’t talk to me, won’t share his cares
When I try to talk to him I get annoyed stares
So I’ve given up on trying – it’s easier that way
Tomorrow starts a new year
but another “same ol’ day”
Oh, I know I have it easy compared to many
I have food and a home. Some don’t have any
And I’m not feeling sorry for myself too much
But I’d really love someone to hold and touch
It’s not that I’m lacking anything at all
It’s just that it gets lonely this side of the wall
So in twenty seven minutes
I’ll start another year
With him asleep in there and me right here.