Badlands

Happy New Year, Taylor

We can't be in Times Square for this New Year,

So I'll have to watch the ball drop from here.

There no one to kiss, no streamers on the ground.

Lockdown. Quarantine. There's no one around.

Where are you; are you with Joe?

Was your Christmas whitened by snow?

It's been freezing here, but no snow fell.

It's just a lonely, ice-cold hell.

It might be a new year, but it's the same era.

As long as this virus exists, we're stuck in pandemania.

It could be years before I'm back in New York,

Before I can buy you coffee and we can talk

Face to face, like friends are supposed to.

Until then, please stay safe. Happy New Year to you.