New Year’s Day

There\'s glitter on the floor after the party
Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby
Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor
You and me from the night before, but

Don’t read the last page
But I stay when you\'re lost, and I\'m scared
And you’re turning away
I want your midnights
But I\'ll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year\'s Day

You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi
I can tell that it\'s gonna be a long road
I\'ll be there if you\'re the toast of the town, babe
Or if you strike out and you\'re crawling home