Radio Free Kirkopolis

Tears on the sleeve of a man
Don't wanna be a boy today
Heard the eternal footmanBought himself a bike to race
And Greg he writes lettersAnd burns his CDs
They say you were something in those formative years
Hold onto nothingAs fast as you can
Well still pretty good year
Maybe a bright sandy beach
Is going to bring you back
May not so now you're offYou'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 takeTill 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 prettyYour best friend agreed
Still Pretty good year