Two speakers share a poetic exchange about solitude and uncertainty, with one delivering a lyrical monologue that ends in a cheerful New Year greeting. The other recognizes it as a song, calling out the moment with a simple "That is the song right there."
What good is a field on a long, starry night when you sit all alone in the field? Or a succulent pear if with each juicy bite you spit out your teeth with the seeds? What good is to wait to fortune and fate, to fortune and fate to be sure of? But there's one thing to be sure of, mate. There's nothing to be sure of. Oh, it's time to get happy. And that's how it goes. So happy New Year!
That is the song right there.
