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 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