Below, you will find the lyrics for Weird Year by Bob Gaulke.
We tried to put it behind us
As It reached out to remind us
Our grip was tenuously held
Its tentacles then appeared
Washed out with bourbon
Bleached of its semen
Trapped in memory glass
Where we couldn't look back
Weird year what was that about
We start now breathing out
Weird year now it's gone
Feeling lucky we still count
Looked for a future in front of us
Only to find it discovered us
Place to hide was inside us
The past and present wound around us
We had to write it out
With everything we had
Stringing our doubts
Dry in the winter air