Lyrics:

I'm not seventeen

And going on nowhere fast

A decade lost in the East Bay fog

Birthday cards thrown in the trash

Last years' calendar

On the wall, collecting dust

My friends say to tear it down

But instead I'll leave it up



And now I'm 27

Driving to the 7-11

When I turn 28

Will I end up losing faith



Promises decayed

On expiration dates

New Years resolutions sold

To the bums out on the street

What was it all worth?

And was it worth the while

Lost and found and ten years down

And torched it to the ground



Will I still stand in line

When I turn 29?

But now I'll take a number

And it reads 27