– Pretty Good Year (2015 Remastered) Songtext
von Tori Amos

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
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 gonna 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