Sometimes it felt that I was swimming against the flow If I could swim at all And often I needed something to lean upon But it never seemed to be there And maybe it’ll be a great year Yeah, maybe it’ll be a great year
Maybe I’ll forget those manicured pretty girls All pointing their delicate little fingers And maybe I’ll forget the way I was so alone ‘Cause it never seemed to be there And maybe it’ll be a great year Yeah, maybe it’ll be a great year
And maybe I won’t feel the way I felt with you And maybe I won’t try you the way I tried with you And maybe I won’t be you, the way I wanted to be you And maybe you won’t cry the way I cried to you And maybe it’ll be a great year Yeah, maybe it’ll be a great ye