Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock,
The days they pass
The months, they fly
And suddenly the year is over.
Memories flit, like light lightning bugs, past your eyes
Glossy stares, vague smiles
Haunting thoughts of the times you hadn't appreciated.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
The ball in the square will surely drop
One year passes, and a new one dawns
A chance to remember it all
But another year will pass, and memories will be made
And soon we will stop to ponder the year once again
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock.