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