Former Glory

Good morning, son, how are you?
You're only seventeen
You say the world is watching you in your sleep
You've got the promise of forever, but your youth is wearing thin
And your best days are coming to an end
You're saying that, "I, I won't forget... how it feels to be so young and have no regrets."

But it's at the ending of the story
that all your former glory is pushed back into the light to light up the darkest night and the blackest sky
And for every second that you spent, spending all your compliments, another little star ignites out where you are, out where you are

And now the days blur together, after all, they're all the same
But you're still trying to make sense of the names
There's only seven to remember, but You're struggling with three
And the weight of the world has brought you to your knees

You're still saying that, "I, I won't forget... how it feels to be so young and have no regrets."

But it's at the ending of the story
that all your former glory is pushed back into the light to light up the darkest night and the blackest sky
And for every second that you spent, spending all your compliments, another little star ignites out where you are, out where you are

Someday you'll watch that second hand like a hawk
Hanging on to everything you've got
Your hair is white and blowing on the wind on your porch
Would you do it all again?