For every ending there's a new beginning
Each written page is blank the other side
For every loser someone else is winning
but as the moon swings by it pulls the tide
A glass half full is also one half empty
This was the best or worst year, you decide
You've had enough! or what you've had is plenty
and still that moon swings by and pulls the tide
Tonight we say goodbye to twenty sixteen
And hope that seventeen will joy provide
But sure as little apples times are changing
and as that moon swings by it pulls the tide