Em D
Thinking 'bout the New Year
G F#m
All the dirt it'll attract
Em D
Kicked apart the last one
G F#m
Glad to see it done
G D
I want days so perfect
A# E7
Perfect in ways I've never seen
G D
Wearing leaden frames
A# E7
Grim and pure, like me
Em D
Counting up your blessings
G F#m
Think of all the things you lack
Em D
Counting down to zero
G F#m
And you'll never get it back
G D
A lot of heads need breaking
A# E7
But I know that thought is wrong
G D
Things might turn against me
A# E7
Then again, I'd do the same
Em D
One foot on the platform
G F#m
One foot on the train
Em D
G F#m