i look out, and sometimes i pull a smile out of my back-pocket and flatten it out and slap it across my face
as i stare out over this prosperous place
which, keeps on expanding at an exponential rate
which i am lead to believe is gonna be grrrreat!
Next year… sgunna be a better year

When something starts off small and gets larger and larger
at a rate which is only ever allowed to get faster and faster
only an economist could look at that and tell you that its not going to wind up as an absolute. Disaster.

Next years gonna be a better year, next years gonna be a better year, a better year. <And so on and so forth.>

i thought she was lookin right at me, but she was gazin off into space
as she traipsed a snot-soaked tissue across her tear-bitten face
, I thought man, she must be close to absolute rock bottom to be asking a dude like ME for this kinda advice, so I figured id better drive her somewhere… well, you know close… but still… kinda nice! And we got there and we looked out and we started talkin about our lives. And she told me things. She told me things like:
NOBODY CARES ANYMORE! (she said) NO BODY CARES! (she said) EVERYBODY SAYS THAT THEY’RE LISTENING BUT NOONE REALLY HEARS BECAUSE NONE REALLY CARES ANYMORE! And Next year… had BETTER be a better year.
I was like… oh dear.

Next years gonna be a better year, next years gonna be a better year, a better year. Next year everybodys gonna care, next years gonna be a better yeah! Yeah.

What we can remember. And what really happens… maybe they are different. From what we imagine.

Next years gonna be the same, thistime with a little more back pain.