Walking on air, I'm walking on air Left my stuff, hopped on the first bus to the middle of nowhere Making sweet love, I'm making sweet love To a photographer, a woman in a coconut bra She goes, ah, come on run to me, run to me Ah, I got nowhere else to be Happy New Year, so far out here I can't almost touch the sun I know most people, they call it hell, I call it home So Happy New Year Livin' large, I'm livin' large I got a ten dollar hotel room, cheap bottle of sars Making sweet love, yeah I'm making sweet love To the memory of a woman from New York City She goes, ah, come on run to me, run to me Ah, you're like a drug to me Happy New Year, so far out here I can't almost touch the sun I know most people, they call it hell, I call it home So Happy New Year Sing along, Happy New Year The sun burned out of fiery crimson red Burn, burn, baby burn When you ran out of room, you wrecked my head So burn, burn, baby burn Happy New Year, so far out here I can't almost touch the sun I know most people, they call it hell, I call it home So Happy New Year Sing along, Happy New Year Right or wrong, Happy New Year