Letter to Me (Live)

How is everybody back here in the cheap seats doing?
 Back when I was going to concerts
 We had an amphitheatre about like this
 Near where I lived, and I was never any closer than that to the stage
 So I thought I better come back here
 And sing to the folks who are sitting where I was
 And speaking of that kid that went to all those concerts
 That seventeen year old, one hundred and eight pound high school junior
 That was scared to death, I'll dedicate this next song to him
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 If I could write a letter to me
 And send it back in time to myself at seventeen
 Well 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
 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 seventeen it's hard to see past Friday night
 She wasn't right for you
 But still you feel like there's a knife sticking out of your back
 And you're wondering if you'll survive
 But 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 Eighth
 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 Mrs. Brinkman
 She spent so much extra time
 It's like she sees the diamond underneath
 And she's polishing you 'til you shine
 And oh you got so much going for you, going right
 But I know at seventeen 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'd end by saying have no fear
 These are nowhere near the best years of your life
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 So, there I was seventeen years old
 Scared out of my mind
 Failing Algebra two
 Meanwhile, people would walk up to me, they'd say:
 "Son, enjoy this 'cause these are the best years of your life"
 And I would think, alright, well then just shoot me
 I'm living proof no matter what anybody tells you
 High school is not necessarily the best years of your life
 Now College...
 Hang in there, kids, it gets better after you graduate, I promise
 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 seventeen 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, let it be
 Yeah, I'd say have a little faith, and you'll see
 If I could write a letter to me
 To me