From the recording New Year's Eve
"New Year’s Eve" is a song about embracing the joy and wonder woven through every part of life—from the quiet, everyday moments to the bold and transformative—and finding our power to release anxieties and pressures that try to weigh us down.
The Bellwethers craft a dynamic journey that begins as a dreamy, intimate ballad and gradually swells into their unmistakable blend of classic ’70s rock swagger and blues-infused grit. The track balances vulnerability and fire, capturing the bittersweet weight of reflection alongside the thrill of renewal.
Crafted in collaboration with Gold & Platinum award-winning engineer Jamison Weddle of Studiocat Productions in Phoenix, AZ, marking a powerful reunion that brings the band’s signature sound to a whole new level.
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Lyrics
It casts no judgement
Reflects to me my lies
I can feel it pushing me
Gravity of time
I am desperate
To believe
I can be something better
Than what I seem to be
Maybe I'll go back to sleep
Etch the worries onto my dreams
Give my mind some relief
This New Year’s Eve
My words stand alone
Like dust on a polished stone
Down deep in my blood and bones
Dim lights call me home
I am wishfully
Led to hope
Look to familiar skies
Put away my microscope
Maybe I'll go back to sleep
Etch the worries onto my dreams
Give my mind some relief
This New Year’s Eve
And if I play it really well
And no one wants to hear
It doesn't really matter
Silence is applause next year
They're painfully
Insincere
Faces are too busy talking
Over the melody in their ears
Maybe I'll go back to sleep
Etch the worries onto my dreams
Give my mind some relief
This New Year’s Eve
Maybe I’ll change my feathers
Maybe I’ll look for stormy weather
Maybe I’ll take a trip
Right inside your head
Maybe I’ll howl at the moon
Make my baby swoon
Maybe I’ll find a new string
And pull on that thread
Maybe I’ll go for a swim
Use a pseudonym
Maybe I’ll buy a dollar word
I ain’t ever read
Maybe I’ll find something old
Take in someone cold
Maybe I’ll count them angels
Dancing on the pin head
Maybe I’ll talk to the trees
Two for tea if you please
Maybe I’ll stop worrying about
So and so and so and so and so and so and so and so