This Will Be My Year

(álbum: Feeling Strangely Fine - 1998)

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 Year's 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
What you want to hear
Cause you have to believe
This will be my year

Pound your fist
And cross it off your list
But you know you're not that strong
When the man at the stop light catches you
Singing along to a brand new song

Well maybe it's trash
Or the overnight smash
That brings a ship crashing through your wall
So you can make your grand departure
From a world getting way too small

One wheel in the ditch
Another spinning in the air
Put your pedal down to the floorboards
But you're not getting anywhere

Then you tell yourself
What you want to hear
Cause you have to believe
This will be my year

This will be my year
This will be my year
This will be my year