dancin' to sweet 17

he grew up in the sunset, the wind at his back, he longed to remember, somethings in our past, we're both over 30, but still seventeen, just trying to hold on to some old high school dream, well therey've been women and lovers, lots of miles in between, there've been barrooms,and bedrooms, and lots of nights with jim beam, been tequila sunrises, times which i wish i'd never seen, but it's hard to act 30 when your dancin to sweet 17, now theres 2 wives and 6 kids, and miles in between us, and no time for us anymore, oh the wild nites and barfights, and ditches and blue lights, are a million dark nites from before, no it's hard to act 30 when your dancing to sweet 17