Long Time Coming

I found some old clippings from stag magazines
For a minute reliving all these crazy teenage dreams
Of parties and liquor, dumping this red paint all over the town
Moving a little quicker, and no girls ever turning me down

But as we slowly age, our dreams slip away
We all got to grow up some time
Hold tight to this new one, hoping it’s never done
Don’t wait for fate, we’ll build our own signs

Found an old year book from back in my teens
And nailing down the look to be homecoming queen
I’d go to med school, buy a big house with a white picket fence
A garden by the pool, and a list of the highest hitting friends

Don’t hesitate we’ll build our own signs

God knows I’m trying, and I’m not the same as I was before
So weak with goodbyes, don’t want to see a note left by the door
God knows I’m feeling it, but still scared as shit
Of losing all that I adore
And I won’t ever quit, I’ll keep chasing it
We’ll keep dreaming together some more

Not on MTV, there’s not charities named for me
We’re on the front porch swing, sharing a pitcher of sweet iced tea
And all these simple things, and little dreams, are right where we’re wanting to be