G G Walking on air I'm walking on air C G Left my stuff, hopped on the first bus to the middle of nowhere G G Making sweet love I'm making sweet love C G To a photograph of a woman in a coconut bra Em She goes ah G Come on run to me, run to me Em Ah A I got nowhere else to be C A Happy new year, so far out here C A I can almost touch the sun G D I know most people they call it hell A I call it home C So happy near year G G Living large I'm living large C G I got a ten dollar hotel room, cheap bottle of suds G G Making sweet love, yeah, I'm making sweet love C G To the memory of the woman from new york city Em She goes ah G Come on run to me, run to me Em Aaaaahhhh A You're like a drug to me C A Happy new year, so far out here C A I can almost touch the sun G D Now, most people they call it hell A I call it home C D So happy new year A Sing along C Happy new year Dm A# The sun burned out a fiery crimson ray F C C7 Burn, burn, baby burn Dm A# When you ran I really rid my hand F G So burn, burn, baby burn C A So happy new year, so far out here C A I can almost touch the sun G D A I know most people they call it hell, I call it home C D A So happy new year, sing along C D A Happy new year, ride along C D G Happy new year