I came down the stairs   and saw you standing there   looking across the crowded room   and crying running your fingers   through your hair.   And Auld Lang Syne was playing   people singing sorrow   from the year that has gone.   And I'm still fooling myself   I keep holding on.   There were so many nights   when we lay as close as thieves.   Lying on the bed together laughing   I'd feel your breath upon my cheek.   But it all comes down to this   one look into your eyes   tells me something has gone.   I must be out of my mind.   I keep holding on.   All my life I've known   things must change   find a way of their own.   History rolls along so slow.   We never notice where it's going.   I go out at night   to waste a little time.   People ask me how I'm doing now   I say I'm doing fine.   But Auld Lang Syne will ring   as people sing the sorrows   from the years that linger on.   Will I still be fooling myself.   Will I still be fooling myself.   Will I still be fooling myself   still be holding on.