17

So take exit 17
Back home
Pass the old diner that
We all love
Pass the abandoned house
That we used to party in
Roll down the window
We’d steal liquor from our parents
And conceal it in a thermos
Then huddle next to heaters
Freezing in my basement
So pass the old school yard
Where we made our worst decisions
Then pass your best friend’s house
Where we made permanent incisions
One of these nights I know
I’m gonna have to go
One of these nights I know
I will explode
Stale beer and water logged cards
Analyze your life while sitting in the back of your best friend’s brand new car
And then dream about a future with no friends in it
We’d steal liquor from our parents
All the faces and names
All the times we swore we’d all stay the same
All the mistakes we made
I wouldn’t change
So take exit 17
Back home
So take exit 17
Back home