Текст песни New Years Day - Mary Chapin Carpenter
We
are
sitting
at
a
table
in
a
bar
in
Baltimore
It's
the
last
night
of
December
And
the
room
is
nearly
full
And
the
front
door
pulls
a
draft
in
every
time
it
opens
wide
And
you
are
telling
me
a
story
From
another
time
and
life
And
the
waitress
brings
our
order
And
we're
tucked
in
mighty
close
And
I
feel
like
we
belong
among
The
living
and
these
ghosts
And
I
know
that
I
am
dreaming
As
I
memorize
each
part
In
the
telling
lies
a
reverie
In
the
details
lie
the
heart
Like
the
folds
of
summer
dresses
Like
the
scent
upon
my
wrist
Like
the
way
you
played
guitar
Like
a
boxer
punches
with
his
fist
And
taken
or
just
lost
to
me
It's
better
now
to
say
I
dwell
in
possibility
On
New
Year's
Day
There's
a
jukebox
or
a
bandstand
And
we're
on
another
round
And
the
night's
just
getting
started
Or
the
night's
just
winding
down
And
your
stories
are
not
clouded
yet
by
the
ale
Or
by
the
gin
They
just
make
me
feel
as
if
I've
known
you
All
my
life
again
Like
the
folds
of
summer
dresses
Like
the
scent
upon
my
wrist
Like
the
way
you
played
guitar
Like
a
boxer
punches
with
his
fist
And
taken
or
just
lost
to
me
It's
better
now
to
say
I
dwell
in
possibility
On
New
Year's
Day
And
this
is
what
it
looked
like
When
we
started
walking
home
The
night
sky
bleached
to
silver
Against
the
city's
bones
In
dreams
or
in
our
waking
It's
just
enough
to
say
Love
and
grace
and
endless
flowers
Be
ours
on
New
Year's
Day
And
the
folds
of
summer
dresses
And
the
bangles
on
my
wrist
And
the
way
you
played
guitar
Like
a
boxer
punches
with
his
fist
And
taken
or
just
lost
to
us
It's
better
now
to
say
We
dwell
in
possibility
On
New
Year's
Day
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