The Next Time Round

Tomorrow as you watch the annual pyrotechnic dance

Before heading home to party give the heavens one last glance

As you link arms with strangers and sing the Scottish song

Look upon the year to come and not the one that’s gone

Let its four hooded horsemen vanish in the night

And see in that one moment all that’s wrong and all that’s right

Keep one eye on Orion, though you won’t see Scorpio

And if you’ve no time for astronomy then just go with the flow

Raise your eyes up to the skies and feel new hope abound

And hold on to this spinning rock until the next time round