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 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
pretty good

Maybe a bright sandy beach is gonna bring you back back 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

somethings are melting now well
hey what's it gonna take till my baby's alright
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