(E7: 020000)
F#m E
Thinking 'bout the New Year
A G#m
All the dirt it'll attract
F#m E
Kicked apart the last one
A G#m
Glad to see it done
A E
I want days so perfect
B F#7
Perfect in ways I've never seen
A E
Wearing leaden frames
B F#7
Grim and pure, like me
F#m E
Counting up your blessings
A G#m
Think of all the things you lack
F#m E
Counting down to zero
A G#m
And you'll never get it back
A E
B lot of heads need breaking
B F#7
But I know that thought is wrong
A E
Things might turn against me
B F#7
Then again, I'd do the same
F#m E
One foot on the platform
A G#m
One foot on the train
F#m E
A F#m