| He grew up in the sunset
|
| The wind at his back
|
| He longed to remember
|
| Somethings in our past
|
| We’re both over 30, but still seventeen
|
| Just trying to hold on to some old high school dream
|
| Well therey’ve been women and lovers
|
| Lots of miles in between
|
| There’ve been barrooms, and bedrooms
|
| And lots of nights with Jim Beam
|
| Been tequila sunrises, times which I wish I’d never seen
|
| But it’s hard to act 30 when your dancin to sweet 17
|
| Now theres 2 wives and 6 kids
|
| And miles in between us
|
| And no time for us anymore
|
| Oh the wild nites and barfights
|
| And ditches and blue lights
|
| Are a million dark nites from before
|
| No it’s hard to act 30 when your dancing to sweet 17 |