tears on the sleeve of a man
don't wanna be a boy today
I heard the eternal footman
bought himself a bike to race
and Greg he writes letters
and burns his CDs
they say you were something in those formative years
hold onto nothing as fast as you can
well, still
pretty good year
maybe a bright sandy beach
is gonna take you back
back
back
maybe not
so now you're off
you're gonna see America
well lemme tell you something about America
pretty good year
some things are
melting now
well
what's it gonna take
till my baby's alright
and Greg he writes letters
with his birthday pen
sometimes he's aware that they're drawing him in
Lucy was pretty
your best friend agreed
well, still
pretty good year
