Good morning, son, how are you?
You're only seventeen
You say the world outside is watching you in your sleep

You've got the promise of forever
But your youth is wearing thin
And your best days are coming to an end

You're saying that "I, I won't forget,
how it feels to be so young and have no regrets"

But it's at the ending of the story
That all your former glory is pushed back into the light
To light up the darkest night and the blackest sky
And for every second that you spent
Spending all your compliments
Another little star ignites
Out where you are, out where you are

And now the days they blur together
After all, they're all the same
But you're still trying to make sense of the names

There's only seven to remember
but you're struggling with three
And the weight of the world has brought you to your knees

You're still saying that "I, I won't forget,
how it feels to be so young and have no regrets"

But it's at the ending of the story
That all your former glory is pushed back into the light
To light up the darkest night and the blackest sky
And for every second that you spent
Spending all your compliments
Another little star ignites
Out where you are, out where you are

Someday you'll watch the second hand like a hawk
Hanging on to everything you've got
(Hanging on, hanging on
You keep on hanging on)

Your hair's white and blowing in the wind on your porch.
Would you do it all again?
(All again, all again
You do it all again?)