Seventeen

We were a twenty-two dollar bottle of wine on a Letterman coat
Sneaking out late every Sunday night with nowhere to go
And I thought I knew everything there was to know
But she showed me how wrong I could be our first night alone
And we were seventeen

We were digging down deep
And howling at the moon
Caught somewhere between a little too late
And way too soon
And we were seventeen

We were a four-dollar pack of Marlboro Reds and a hand-me-down Ford
Spent every last dime we had seeing what that four on the floor would do
And everything we found just left us looking for more
And they said, "Don't worry son, no one knows what it is they're looking for
When you're seventeen"

We were digging down deep
And howling at the moon
Caught somewhere between a little too late
And way too soon
We were wanting something more
But clinging to our roots
You were an angel in a sundress
I was a devil in boots
And we were seventeen
Oh, we were seventeen

I got that letter in the mail on the first of March
Taking me halfway across the country, man, it nearly tore my heart in two
Wondering if what we thought we had could make it that far
Made me see I thought that life wasn't supposed to be this hard
When you're seventeen
Oh, you're seventeen
Hey
Oh, you're seventeen