This Time Next Year - Andrew Lloyd Webber & "The Phantom Of The Opera" 1989 Swedish Cast

This is much better than it ever was before. And next year I better have my foot in the door, Cause all along I felt it all so much. Now I'm feeling strong, But hard work seems to get me nowhere. So ears to the wall and listen for a shred of hope. And I can't ignore the sound of good to come This time next year. Nothing is better than making my own day, But anything is better than wasting away. And all along I let them get to me, But not for long cause this time next year I'll be listening. So ears to the wall and listen for a shred of hope. And I can't ignore the sound of good to come This time next year. You can get next to me, but you can't read my mind. I'll have faith in, I gotta have faith in, in what no one else will. I'll have faith in, I gotta have faith in, in what no one else will. I'll have faith in, I'll have faith in, in what no one else will.

If you get to feelin' all alone When your good time friends have all got up and gone Don't come knockin' around my door Because I've heard your lines before And there ain't gonna be a next time this time 'Cause woman startin' right now I'm gonna forget you name and your pretty face, girl And write you off as a bad mistake You know that some women, they are lovers And some just got no sense But a woman like you oughta be ashamed Of the things that you do to men If you get to feeling all alone When you find that you can't make it on your own Don't come knockin' around my door You see I've seen your act before And there ain't gonna be a next time this time 'Cause woman startin' right now I'm gonna forget you name and your pretty face, girl And write you off as a bad mistake You know that some women, they are lovers And some just got no sense But a woman like you oughta be ashamed Of the things that you do to men If you get to feelin' you were wrong Don't go wastin' your good money on the phone 'Cause I can hang up as fast as you can call And that ain't all And there ain't gonna be a next time this time 'Cause woman startin' right now I'm gonna forget you name and your pretty face, girl And write you off as a complete disgrace You know that some women they are liars And some just got no sense But a woman like you oughta be ashamed Of the things that you do to men Yeah a woman like you oughta be ashamed Of the things that you do to men

Little girls, little boys Dream of words, lots of toys This time of the year When Christmas is near Evergreens are snowy white Sleigh bells ring through the night This time of the year When Christmas is near Somewhere near a steeple People kneel and pray And choirs sing carols of Christmas day Santa Claus, oh, is on his way Loads of joy in on his sleigh This time of the year Yeah, when Christmas is near Somewhere near a steeple People, they kneel and pray Oh, when choirs sing Oh, they sing carols of Christmas day Oh, and Santa Claus, oh, is on his way Loads of joy on his sleigh, yeah This time of the year Oh, when Christmas is near Oh oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, this time of the year And oh, when Christmas is near Oh, oh, Christmas is near

Little girls and little boys Dream of worlds full of toys This time of the year When Christmas is near, woah Evergreens are snowy white Snowbells ring through the night This time of the year When Christmas is near And somewhere near a steeple People kneel and pray And a choir sings Caroles of Christmas day Santa Claus is on his way With loads of joy on his sleigh This time of the year When Christmas is near

Midnight Not a sound from the pavement Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone In the lamplight The withered leaves collect at my feet And the wind Begins to moan Memory All alone in the moonlight I can smile at the old days I was beautiful then I remember The time I knew what happiness was Let the memory Live again Every streetlamp seems to beat A fatalistic warning Someone mutters And the streetlamp gutters And soon It will be morning Daylight I must wait for the sunrise I must think of a new life And I mustn't give in When the dawn comes Tonight will be a memory, too And a new day Will begin Burnt-out ends of smokey days The stale cold smell of morning A street lamp dies Another night is over Another day is dawning Touch me It's so easy to leave me All alone with my memory Of my days in the sun If you touch me You'll understand what happiness is Look, a new day Has begun