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