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