I came down the stairsnAnd saw you standing therenLooking across the crowded room and cryingnRunning your fingers through your hairnAnd Auld Lang Syne was playingnPeople singing sorrow from the year that has gonenAnd I'm still fooling myselfnI keep holding onnnThere were so many nightsnWe lay close as thievesnLying on the bed together laughingnI'd feel your breath upon my cheeknBut it all comes down to thisnOne look into your eyes tells me something has gonenI must be out of my mindnI keep holding onnnAnd all my life I've knownnThings must changenFind a way of their ownnHistory rolls along so slownWe never notice where it's goingnnI go out at nightnTo waste a little timenPeople ask me how I'm doing nownI say I'm doin' finenBut Auld Lang Syne will ringnAs people sing the sorrows from the years that linger onnWill I still be fooling myself?nWill I still be fooling myself?nWill I still be here fooling myself?nStill be holding on?