Next Year - The Ghost of Paul Revere

I always wished that I would be a painter

So I could show the world just how I see

But my hand it does fight cuz the colors ain’t right

At least they never are to me

And if you want me, honey

Tell me you don’t love me

And I’ll be yours this time next year

Yeah

Next year

Yeah

I always hoped that I could be a hero

Idolized on the silver screen

But how many lovers have I left running

Knowing no valor just fear

And if you want me, honey

Tell me you don’t love me

And I’ll be yours this time next year

Yeah

Next year

Yeah

I’ve always liked the words that best describe me

Like a song that’s out of key

Though the melody’s wrong, but you keep singing on

Cuz no one told you which line to believe

And if you want me, honey

Tell me you don’t love me

And I’ll be yours this time next year

Yeah

Next year

Yeah

And I don’t feel nothing at all

I don’t feel nothing at all