Ooh, is that a year gone by? The ball, it drops like FM pop, And just like that, it dies. Ooh, another year gone by. Things can change on New Years Day no matter what you cry. Ooh, we never get to stay. Right or wrong, short or long, it always slips away. Ooh, but soon we realize that even for a flash or more it all can synchronize. Sometimes time is laughing and it makes me feel like its all unreal. And though Id say Id beg or borrow, Ill still get along although another year is gone. Ooh, is that a year gone past? I could cry, but really, why? I see it full, not fast. Ooh, the pendulums will sway all in time, if just one time before it slips away. Sometimes time is laughing and it makes me feel like its all unreal. And though Id say Id beg or borrow, Ill still get along although another year is gone.