Pretty Good Year

Tears on the sleeve of a man don't wanna be a boy today heard the eternal footman bought himself a bike to race and Greg he write letters and burns his CDs they say you were nothing in those formative years hold onto nothing as fast as you can well still pretty good year

Maybe a bright sandy beach is gonna bring you back may not so now you're off you're gonna see America well let me tell you somethin about America pretty good year some things are melting now well what's it gonna take till my baby's alright
and Greg he write 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