It's lonely as I write to you
And they're still yelling, I don't think they ever stop
I wonder if they even like each other at all
I try not to think on it; I just work until I drop

And if you couldn't tell . . . I've got the Auld Lang Syne Blues
A phrase I thought I'd never use—it's just hanging around my head
I miss you but I'll return—I never forget a word you said

The folks are all out tonight
Singing the old, old songs . . . forget the days gone by
We used to sing them too, I like to think we're older now
And we know better, but I don't think that we know why

And if you didn't know . . . I've got the Auld Lang Syne Blues
And I wonder at the use of trying to move on
I miss you more and more, I guess love's not quite gone

And one last thing before I go:
I think I'd like to see you again; to see what time has wrought
I'd leave here in a moment; I don't think that I belong
But that's just my foolish youth; shows what I've been taught

And if you couldn't tell . . . I've got the Auld Lang Syne Blues
A phrase I thought I'd never use—it's just hanging around my head
I miss you but I'll return—I never forget a word you said