MAYBE NEXT YEAR
When you turn on the radio
You hear the cheerful sound
Of Christmas carols old and new
Sung out loud
When you look around
You can see the decors, Hanging bright
People in panic but smiling
Rushing around, laughing out loud
It's not the best of times to say
We're better off apart
It's not the best of times to tell
The people we both love
That it's over
That it's over
CHORUS:
But since this is the season of cheer
We'll just brush away our tears
And go on our way pretending
That we're together still
We'll tell tem tomorrow
Or may be another day
Maybe we won't have to say a single thing
Maybe next year we'll say hello again
Instead of goodbye
