New Year's Eve

With a wave of the hand and a wry, twisted smile, She'll cast you aside ev'ry once in a while; And the door is shut quick without making a sound, You'll wait for the echoes of a world tumbling down. Outside through the rains on a sunrise of grey, An old fashioned love has been fading away; The frames have been emptied, there's no chair in the room, And radios keep playing those old songs of gloom. And the Christmas tree lights are flickering low, Old men on the street walk through the falling snow; A trickle of life rides on tides of the time, Washing the mem'ries from the folds of your mind. Moving to the hallway under shadows on high, You recall a day that has long since passed by; Was little to remember, even less to forget, Still up to this point you hold on to regret. The road that you traveled has drifted from sight, Yet you pray that the dreams will return in the night; You knew a woman without knowing her name, More than just cut you loose, she absolved you of blame. And the Christmas tree lights are flickering low, Old men on the street walk through the falling snow. A trickle of life rides on tides of the time, Washing the mem’ries from the folds of your mind. Suddenly there’s daylight through the far windowpanes, It lights up the past and everything that remains; All the promises made come from lessons you’ve learned But you cannot look back and you'll never return. Now the door’s pushed ajar, there are chimes from a clock, Captains ready the sails of their ships at the dock; Fresh breezes are blowing and soft words have been said, With a last farewell kiss she returns to her bed. Now the Christmas tree lights, they no longer glow, The old men been moved on by the melting of snow. The trickle of life is now far from this time, And so, too, the mem’ries once held in your mind.