It's two thousand and ten,
Let it begin.
I can hear the roar and rumble of the crowd,
Your family's cheering, you know they're proud.

Jump on your stallion and ride through the night,
You know the days won't always hold so much light
You've heard them say, "A new year, a new you,"
You ponder as fireworks pop, red, white, and blue.

Next year will arrive oh, far too soon,
But will they still be cheering fr you?
Your stallion slows to climb a hill,
As you decide to pop one last pill.

Your stallion stops dead in its tracks, and so do you.
You're left with your pills as your stallion vanishes, plain out of view.
There won't be another year to think this through,
So what now, what will you do?

You throw out your pills and your stallion comes back,
And though you feel there's something you lack,
You and your stallion gallop forward through the black.