Semisonic Follow

Thursdays crush is a friday night rush
And a monday morning cry
Its the tail that you keep chasing
And it gets away every time

New years eve and its hard to believe
Another zodiacs gone around
While you drank yourself high on hoping
And watched the ceiling spin from the ground

Counting down from ten its 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 youre not that strong
Wh
en the man at the stop light catches you
Singing along to a brand new song

Well maybe its
Trash or the overnight smash that brings your
Ship crashing through the 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 floorboard but youre not
Getting anywhere

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