Dear friend, it is the new year, I'm eight hours away from home
Kids shoot fireworks from street corners and run before they explode
And lovers get drunk on the roof of an underground grocery store
You know my new year's wish is for the place that I call home to stop this stupid war

Well if they don't burn each others' draft cards we can write an epic poem
'Cept this time Grendel is the hero, Gilgamesh finds his new home
Far away from swords and fake chivalry, we've seen the faces of our true enemy
They don't pay us enough to live on, every year they raise the rent
They hold cards up to our faces to rate us on how much we have or have not spent
And all for their own evil intent

Today I saw a great piece of graffiti, it had birds and spoke of reverie
Oh Emily Dickinson, you never seemed so exciting I must say
But without grass or buzzing bees, we all can't have our own prairies
Fireworks will serve as stars at the end of this day

Oh and the world it does keep turning, I used to wish I could sit still
So that one day we would meet again
With or without our own will
But the miracles in motion, finding new places we belong
And finding inspiration to sing our brand new song