Lyrics:

tears on the sleeve of a man
dont 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 youre off
youre gonna see America
well lemme tell you something about America
pretty good year
some things are
melting now
well
whats it gonna take
till my babys alright

and Greg he writes letters
with his birthday pen
sometimes hes aware that theyre drawing him in
Lucy was pretty
your best friend agreed
well, still
pretty good year