Pretty Good Year lyrics

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 CDs

They say you were something in those formative years

Hold onto nothing as fast as you can

Well, still pretty good year

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

Pretty good

Some things are melting now

Some things are melting now

Well, what's it gonna take

Till my baby's all right

What's it gonna 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

But Lucy was pretty

Your best friend agreed

Well, still pretty good year

Pretty good

Pretty good year

• Artist:Tori Amos
• Album:Under the Pink (1994)