If I could write a letter to me And send it back in time to myself at seventeen First I´d prove it´s me by saying look under your bed There´s a Skoal can and a Playboy no one else would know you hid
And then I´d say I know its tough When you break up after seven months And yeah I know you really liked her and it just don´t seem fair All I can say is pain like that is fast and it´s rare
And oh you got so much going for you going right But I know at seventeen it´s hard to see past Friday night She wasn´t right for you And still you feel like there´s a knife sticking out of your back And you´re wondering if you´ll survive You´ll make it through this and you´ll see You´re still around to write this letter to me
At the stop sign at Tomlinson and Eighth
Always stop completely don´t just tap your brakes And when you get a date with Bridgett make sure the tank is full On second thought forget it that one turns out kinda cool Each and every time you have a fight Just assume you´re wrong and dad is right And you should really thank Mrs. Brinkman She spent so much extra time It´s like she sees the diamond underneath And she´s polishing you `til you shine
And oh you got so much going for you going right But I know at seventeen it´s hard to see past Friday night Tonight´s the bonfire rally But you´re staying home instead because if you fail Algebra
Mom and dad will kill you dead Trust me you´ll squeak by and get a C And you´re still around to write this letter to me
You´ve got so much up ahead You´ll make new friends You should see your kids and wife And I´d end by saying have no fear These are nowhere near the best years of your life
I guess I´ll see you in the mirror When you´re a grown man P.S. go hug Aunt Rita every chance you can
And oh you got so much going for you going right But I know at seventeen it´s hard to see past Friday night I wish you´d study Spanish
I wish you´d take a typing class I wish you wouldn´t worry, let it be I´d say have a little faith and you´ll see