Semisonic

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