If I Could Write A Letter To Me And
Send It Back In Time To Myself At 17
First I′d Prove It's Me By Saying 'Look Under
Your Bed There′s A Skoal Can And A Playboy
No One Else Would Know You Hid' And
Then I'd Say I Know It's Tough When You
Break Up After Seven Months And, Yeah, I Know
You Really Liked Her And It Just Don′t Seem
Fair But All I Can Say Is Pain Like
That Is Fast And It′s Rare And, Oh,
You Got So Much Going For You, Going Right
But I Know At 17 It's Hard To See
Past Friday Night She Wasn′t Right For You And
Still You Feel Like There's A Knife Sticking Out
Of Your Back And You′re Wondering If You'll Survive
It You′ll Make It Through This And You'll See
You're Still Around To Write This Letter To Me
At The Stop Sign At Tomlinson And 8th
I Always Stop Completely, Don′t Just Tap Your Brakes
And When You Get A Date With Bridget Make
Sure The Tank Is Full On Second Thought, Forget
It That One Turns Out Kinda Cool Each
And Every Time You Have A Fight Just Assume
You′re Wrong And Dad Is Right And You Should
Really Thank Ms. Brinkman She Spends So Much Extra
Time It's Like She Sees A Diamond Underneath And
She′s Polishing You 'til You Shine Oh, You
Got So Much Going For Ya, Going Right But
I Know, At 17 It′s Hard To See Past
Friday Night Tonight's The Bonfire Rally But You′re Staying
Home Instead Because If You Fail Algebra, Mom And
Dad'll Kill You Dead But Trust Me, You'll Squeak
By And Get A C And You′re Still Around
To Write This Letter To Me You′ve Got
So Much Up Ahead You'll Make New Friends You
Should See Your Kids And Wife And I′ll End
By Saying Have No Fear These Are Nowhere Near
The Best Years Of Your Life I Guess I'll
See You In The Mirror When You′re A Grown
Man P.S. Go Hug Aunt Rita Every Chance You
Can And Oh, You Got So Much Going
For You Going Right But I Know, At 17
It's Hard To See Past Friday Night I Wish
You′d Study Spanish, I Wish You'd Take A Typing
Class I Wish You Wouldn't Worry And Let It
Be Hey, I′d Say Have A Little Faith And
You′ll See If I Could Write A Letter
To Me To Me