Testo di Happy New Year

Walking on air I'm walking on air Left my stuff, hopped on the first bus to the middle of nowhere Making sweet love I'm making sweet love To a photograph of a woman in a coconut bra She goes ah Come on run to me, run to me Ah I got nowhere else to be Happy new year, so far out here I can almost touch the sun I know most people they call it hell I call it home So happy near year Living large I'm living large I got a ten dollar hotel room, cheap bottle of suds Making sweet love, yeah, I'm making sweet love To the memory of the woman from new york city She goes ah Come on run to me, run to me Aaaaahhhh You're like a drug to me Happy new year, so far out here I can almost touch the sun Now, most people they call it hell I call it home So happy new year Sing along Happy new year The sun burned out a fiery crimson ray Burn, burn, baby burn When you ran I really rid my hand So burn, burn, baby burn So happy new year, so far out here I can almost touch the sun I know most people they call it hell, I call it home So happy new year, sing along Happy new year, ride along Happy new year