Another year is gone
But I am not someone
That looks behind me
Another year is gone
But I am not someone
That looks behind me
I pay my annual fee
Continuing being me
One man's garbage is another one's trash
One man's credit is another man's cash
Without expectations there is nothing to lose
And no disappointments make you call for a booze
Another year is gone…
The body deteriorates while time is passing by
And Times they are a-changing
But there is no need to cry
'Cos someone is coming to pick the heavy load
And you will just have to go and reap what you have sowed
You may think I am somewhat hilarious
But that' s just part of the game
You may think I am somewhat contrarious
But that was never my aim
Another year is gone…
Here inside my head I am pretty much the same
As I was way back then before I knew the game
And I would bamboozle you and come up with a lie
Everything was easy then and we would never die
Another year is gone…
Another year is gone
© Pierre Blom