January - Kristina Train

after all the streets go quiet

walk along the bridge in silence

I feel like a desert island

waiting to be found

good times will come in January

they’ve been a stranger to me

good time will come in January

I’ll meet you on new year eve

I see the lights go out through the shutters

I see reflected stars in the gutters

I feel like a childless mother

waiting to be found

on new year eve

I want to tell you on new year eve

I want to tell you how I feel