Walking on air I'm walking on air

Left my stuff, hopped on the first bus to the middle of nowhere

Making sweet love I'm making sweet love

To a photograph of a woman in a coconut bra.

She goes aaaahhhhh...

Come on run to me, run to me

Aaaaaaahhhh...

I got nowhere else to beeeee...

Happy new year, so far out here

I can almost touch the sun

I know most people they call it hell

I call it home

So happy near year.

Living large I'm living large

I got a ten dollar hotel room, cheap bottle of suds

Making sweet love, yeah, I'm making sweet love

To the memory of the woman from new york city.

She goes aaaahhhh...

Come on run to me, run to me

Aaaaahhhh...

You're like a drug to me.

Happy new year, so far out here

I can almost touch the sun

Now, most people they call it hell

I call it home

So happy new year.

Sing along

Happy new year

The sun burned out a fiery crimson ray

Burn, burn, baby burn

When you ran I really rid my hand

So burn, burn, baby burn.

So happy new year, so far out here

I can almost touch the sun

I know most people they call it hell, I call it home

So happy new year, sing along

Happy new year, ride along

Happy new year.