Pretty good year

Pretty good year Lyrics

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