To a groggy reawakening that is the unfurling of a new year. It's the last time we've been in this position in the universe on the Earth since last year. I made sure personally that I wasn't going to be in the same situation as I was when the clock struck 12 last year, so I found myself avoiding zoos and taking a staunch abstention-based approach to laughing gas.
The somber build on this one from Joey Pecoraro is akin to 2019's motor warming up, and given that I went to bed at 9pm on NYE, I'm very much picking up what this song is putting down.
By Feb we'll be soaring on coastal highways again, and sometime in July it'll be peak hour traffic... again.