Tori Amos - Pretty Good Year lyrics

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 CD's

They say you were something in those formative years

Hold onto nothing as fast as you can

Well, still pretty good year

Oh, pretty good

Maybe a bright sandy beach

Is gonna bring you back, back, back

Maybe not so now you're off

You're gonna see America

Well, let me tell you something about America

Pretty good year

Oh, pretty good

Some things are melting now

Some things are melting now

Well, hey, what's it gonna take

'Til my baby's alright

What's it gonna take

'Til my baby's alright

And Greg he writes letters with his birthday pen

Sometimes he's aware that they're drawing him in

But Lucy was pretty, your best friend agreed

Well, still pretty good year

Oh, pretty good

Oh, pretty good year