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 10, it's time to make your annual prayer
Secret Santa in the sky when will I get my share
Then you tell yourself (tell yourself)
What you want to hear (want to hear)
'Cause you have to believe
This will be my year
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 (tell yourself)
What you want to hear (want to hear)
But you have to believe
This will be my year
This will be my year
This will be my year
This will be my year, oh
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 10, it's time to make your annual prayer
Secret Santa in the sky when will I get my share
Then you tell yourself (tell yourself)
What you want to hear (want to hear)
'Cause you have to believe
This will be my year
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 (tell yourself)
What you want to hear (want to hear)
But you have to believe
This will be my year
This will be my year
This will be my year
This will be my year, oh
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Dodd Wilson
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