January White Sleeping At Last

So let's press undo
Rearrange the old and call it new-
January white

Every calendar is playing the same old trick:
A year will disappear, replaced with counterfeit
But we'll never really mind

Cause if nothing else, we're given a little time
To change the game, a chance to redefine
Everything we are
In our January white

This year is a sealed envelope
A culmination of hopes
The lottery results that we've been crossing fingers for

We could paint our walls a lighter shade of blue
Or we could pack our bags and change the entire view
To January white

If nothing else, we're given a little time
To change the heart in which we change our minds;
Our hourglasses turn

This year is a sealed envelope;
With apprehensive hope
We brace for anything
I swear, I understand that nothing changes that
The past will be the past
But the future is brighter than any flashback