Seventeen

I've seen the tops of the trees grow taller than me
I've seen the table we built grow lichen and weeds
I've seen the sun and the martins come and go
I've seen minds grow

No one here knows what we're all gonna do
But in five months time he'll be fighting for you
He's too young to know how to choose
But hey, I'm too young to vote
But that'll change too

They say it's nice to celebrate ends
But it can be hard to recognize them
And the wind rips up mirrors in my eyes
When I see it's gonna be them, not me
It's gonna be them, not me

And I don't know about the force of the moon on the tide
And I know nothing about what holds the earth in the skies
But I don't need to
Seventeen

They say it's nice to celebrate ends
But it can be hard to recognize them
And the wind whips up mirrors in my eyes
When I see it's gonna be them, not me
It's gonna be them, not me

Suddenly we're in our cities
Remembering our days
Our pictures are dancing
Your shoulders are shaking
Like everyone else

They say it's nice to celebrate ends
But it can be hard to recognize them
And the wind whips up mirrors in my eyes
When I see it's gonna be them, not me
It's gonna be them, not me

They say it's nice to celebrate ends
But it can be hard to recognize them
And the wind picks up mirrors in my eyes
When I see it's gonna be them, not me
It's gonna be them, not me
It's gonna be them, not me
It's gonna be them, not me