I'm not the dreamer that I once was
But I still feel I owe a debt to my past-self I can't forget
I'm in a daze when I go back home
I get this feeling when I leave the walls are saying things to me
They say my life will be half over before
I've spent more than half of it
Living some place other than here
I've got a bad habit of checking out
Some things that don't belong to me, Blonde on Blonde on repeat
There are some songs that my voice just can't sing
But you will always be my type, wearing your polka dots and stripes
I know my life will be half over before
I've spent more of it
With you than I did without
Everybody wants to be seventeen
And making out behind the bleachers
Scared of nothing aside from the preacher
I'm not unhappy, but that don't mean I'm content
Crooked pane and sunlight bent
I must have been waiting for some change in the weather
Anything to make me feel different
You'd think that giving up was sad
But getting old might not be so bad