| D | A | |
| Thursday's crush is a | Friday night rush |
| Em | G | |
| And a | Monday morning | cry |
| A | G | |
| It's the | tail that you keep cha | sing |
| A | G | |
| And it | gets away every | time |
| D | A | |
| New Year's Eve and it's | hard to believe |
| Em | G | |
| Another | Zodiac's gone ar | ound |
| A | G | |
| While you | drank yourself high on ho | ping |
| A | G | |
| And watched the | ceiling spin from the g | round |
| Pre-chorus: |
| F# | |
| Counting down from ten it's time |
| Bm | |
| To make | your annual prayer |
| F# | |
| Secret Santa in the sky |
| Bm | E | |
| When | will I get my shar | e |
| Chorus: |
| Em | D | |
| Then you | tell yourself |
| A | E | |
| What you | want to hear |
| Em | G | |
| Cause you | have to believe |
| A | D | A | Em | G | |
| This will | be my year |
| D | A | Em | G | |
| This will be my | year |
| Verse: |
| D | A | |
| Pound your fist and cross it | off your list |
| Em | G | |
| But you | know you're not that str | ong |
| A | G | |
| When the | man at the stop light | catches you |
| A | G | |
| Singing al | ong to a brand new song |
| Well maybe it's |
| D | A | |
| Trash or the overnight | smash that brings your |
| Em | G | |
| Ship crashing through the wall |
| A | G | |
| So you can | make your grand departure |
| A | G | |
| >From a | world getting way too s | mall |
| Pre-chorus: |
| F# | |
| One wheel in the ditch another |
| Bm | |
| Spinning in the air |
| F# | |
| Put your pedal down to the floorboard but you're not |
| Bm | E | |
| Getting anywhere |
| Chorus: |
| Em | D | |
| Then you | tell yourself |
| A | E | |
| What you | want to hear |
| Em | G | |
| Cause you | have to believe |
| A | D | A | Em | G | |
| This will | be my year |
| D | A | Em | G | |
| This will be my | year |
| D | A | Em | G | |
| This will be my | year |
| D | A | Em | G | |
| This will be my | year |
| Outro: D A Em G until end. |