Dancing with Hope on New Year’s Night

Well, the clock's wearin' a tux, and it's tap dancing fast.

Got confetti in my pockets, saying, "Here's to the past." I tip my hat to

tomorrow, she's lookin' brand new. Got a glass half full and a midnight

rendezvous. There's a glow on the sidewalk, the moon's in on the joke.

Neighbor's laughin' too loud, somebody burned the toast and smoked. The door swings

wide, hear the band take a bite. If the year's a paradise,

baby, I'm rollin' 'em right. So swing it left, swing it right,

let the worries all fly. Kiss the clock on the cheek as the old year goes by.