Burning (cds)

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
Well hold onto nothing, as fast as you can
Well, still, a pretty good year..

Maybe a bright sandy beach is gonna to bring you back
back
back
May not so now you're off, you're gonna see America
Well let me tell you something about 
A N-N-N-N 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 alright?
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, a pretty good year
Pretty good year