Pretty Good Year

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

well hold onto nothing

as fast as you can well

still

pretty good year



maybe a bright sandy beach

is gonna bring you back

maybe not so now you're off

you're gonna see america

well let me tell you something about america



pretty good year

pretty good



some things are melting now

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

pretty good

pretty good year