Pretty Good Year

Music and Lyrics by Tori Amos

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 CD's 
they say he was something in those formative years 
hold on to 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