SEMISONIC - This Will Be My Year
Thursday's crush is a Friday night rush
And a Monday morning cry
It's the tail that you keep chasing
And it gets away every time
New Years Eve and it's hard to believe
Another Zodiac's gone around
While you drank yourself high on hoping
And watched the ceiling spin from the ground
Counting down from ten it's time
To make your annual prayer
Secret Santa in the sky
When will I get my share
Then you tell yourself