Thursday's crush is a Friday night rush
And a Monday morning cry
It's the tail that you keep chasing

And it gets away every time

New Years Eve and it's hard to believe

Another Zodiac's gone around
While you drank yourself high on hoping
And watched the ceiling spin from the ground


Counting down from ten it's time
To make your annual prayer

Secret Santa in the sky
When will I get my share


Then you tell yourself
What you want to hear
Cause you have to believe

This will be my year

Pound your fist and cross it off your list

But you know you're not that strong
When the man at the stop light catches you
Singing along to a brand new song


Well maybe it's
Trash or the overnight smash that brings a

Ship crashing through your wall
So you can make your grand departure
>From a world getting way too small


One wheel in the ditch another
Spinning in the air

Put your pedal down to the floorboards but you're not
Getting anywhere


Then you tell yourself
What you want to hear
Cause you have to believe

This will be my year