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