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



Maybe a bright sandy beach

Is going to 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

Still Pretty good year