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