Pretty Good Year - Live from Sound Check

Tears on the sleeve of a man
 Don't want to 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
 Well, hold onto nothing
 As fast as you can
 Well, still pretty good year
 Pretty good
 Maybe a bright sandy beach
 Is going to bring you back, back, back
 Maybe not so now you're off
 You're going to see America
 Well, let me tell you something about America
 Pretty good year
 Pretty good
 Some things are melting now
 Some things are melting now well
 Hey
 What's it going to take till my baby's all right?
 What's it going to take till my baby's all right?
 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
 Pretty good
 Pretty good year