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

Light up the darkest night and the blackest sky

And 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

Light up the darkest night and the blackest sky

And every second that you spent, spending all your compliments, another little star ignites out where you are, out where you, where you are

Someday you'll watch that second hand like a hawk

Hanging on to everything you've got (Hanging on, hanging on, you keep on hanging on)

Your hair is white and blowing on the wind on your porch

Would you do it all again? (All again, all again, you do it all again)

Again