The New Year, By Death Cab For Cutie From, Transatlanticism

So this is the new year
And I don't feel any different

The clanking of crystal
Explosions off in the distance
In the distance...

So this is the new year
And I have no resolution

It's self-assigned penance
For problems with easy solutions

So everybody put your best suit or dress on
Let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once
Lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn
As thirty dialogues bleed into one
I wish the world was flat like the old days
So I could travel just by folding the map
No more airplanes or speed-trains or freeways
There'd be no distance that could hold us back

There'd be no distance that could hold us back
There'd be no distance that could hold us back

So this is the new year...