it was New Year's eve, I was home alone

feeling just a little bit sorry for me

because the one who I thought was my own true love

apparently didn't agree



and I was crying the old year out

when it hit me this was no way to begin

so I sat down at the piano

and I sang the New Year in (I sang)



chorus:

let the lovers come and go

bringing their own kind of joy and sorrow

when you wake up tomorrow

sisters and friends will be there



well ain't it funny how your head knows that something is over

it's all so clear in your mind

but the heart is stubborn and it won't let go

yes it lags a year behind



chorus



so here's to Carol, Denise

Marilyn, Lisa,

the Jackies and Barbara

and even some men

like Stephen and Ben

and others whose names

test my power to rhyme

but they know who they are

they are friends for all time



chorus



and if they don't swing you quite so high

well they'll never lay you so low

let the lovers come and go

sisters and friends will be there