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 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 you're off. you're gonna see America. well lemme 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.