A long cold winter in the weirdest year yet
Worked every day god sent... still ended up in debt
I remember before internet
You had to take the word off a guy in a pub-you-just-met
The sad part these days is many dear friends are dead
So Yes I guess I count my blessings but still feel like I've been left
Restrictions imprisoned me and I don't care for phone calls
Staring at the Glenboig bricks... holding up my four walls
I feel like this year though is gonna be better
The spring has sprung and I won't even need my sweater (Yeah I)
Feel like this year has got to be better
Been so lost for so long but we grow and go on
Lockdown, scarf oan, dare to walk to the park
I seen shops-names-change hands by the time I came-back
I must be about five hundred-years-old and a half
I miss the darts, miss the parties, miss the patter, miss the laugh
Did i beam down to planet earth today on a raft?
An invisible alien with empty shopping bags
Take me to your leader, I demand human contact
Days drag by but decades flash past in a fingersnap