Another One Down

I got seventeen more
Of this years days
Then another one down
I hope you got yourself a glass to raise

Well times are a-changing fast
As far as I can tell
My cheeks on the floor
Lord, I hope somebody rings the bell

Well, come next year
I'm a find me a paper and a pen
Gonna write down things
That I'm likely never to begin

But I can't lose my edge
I'm afraid that'd be the final blow
So I take it in stride
I think its time I get on up and go

Am I the only one
Am I thе only one
Am I the only one
This way

Wеll, come next year
When it comes back around to close
I imagine I'll be talking about
How fast it always seems to go

I'll turn days into weeks
Into years, into decades done
And when I look back
I hope I say it's been a hell of a run