Pretty Good Year

Tears on the sleeve of a man don’t want to 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

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 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