Album: A Place on Solid Ground
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
Your hair's white and blowing in the wind on your porch
Would you do it all again?