tears on the sleeve of a man
don't want to 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

maybe a bright sandy beach
is gonna bring you back
maybe 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



"Whether it bums you out or not, the truth is, all this happened, as much as the first record did. But there are other characters involved a bit more. There are just other beings involved in this one. Like Pretty Good Year, for example, I got a letter from a guy named Greg in England. This one got to me - it missed getting to me for, like, three months. But it just got passed around to different people, and finally somebody just - I was walking through the record label in between the tour up in England, and somebody put it in my bag. They just said, "You know what, Tori? This has been sitting around here. Just take it." And I took this letter, and I opened my bag two days later, and I read it. It was a picture of - he had drawn himself. It was a pencil drawing. Greg has kind of scrawny hair and glasses, and he's very skinny and he held this great big flower. Greg is 23, lives in the north of England, and his life is over, in his mind. I found this a reoccurrence in every country that I went. In that early 20 age, with so many of the guys - more than the girls, they were a bit more, 'Ah, things are just beginning to happen.' The guys, it was finished. The best parts of their life were done. The tragedy of that for me, just seeing that over and over again, got to me so much that I wrote Pretty Good Year. You don't really know what my role is. Am I Lucy, or am I that eight bars of grunge that comes out near the end where I express, and then nothing, everything else is Greg's story? I found that kind of really fun. The emotion is coming from somebody else's story. And yet it touched me so that I could sing it.