Stuck in High School - Lori McKenna

I’ll be the first to admit I’m a little stuck in high school

I rose colored those memories with drug store sunglasses

I never liked warm beer or cigarettes

But I liked watching the smoke clear the high school fence

I am a self-described black sheep, a self-denying sinner

Raised by a village of my peers in the back seats of used cars

It took a long time for my feet to reach the floor

But when they finally did I was ready for the world

What you get in the cradle, you keep till the grave

Some good men may be born they said, the better ones are made

So you try on every shoe and you stand in every shadow

Hope you find yourself somewhere between the first pew and the back row

But you’re always carrying around that kid

Whose picture’s in the hallway, eighteen and graduating

Did you ever make those dreams come true

Or is a kid still waiting?

Is a kid still waiting?

God bless the linoleum table in my daddy’s kitchen

If he was scared, he’d never tell, but I sure as hell did listen

And it don’t matter how many prayers ever came off my lips

I still learned how to curse just like he did

What you get in the cradle, you keep till the grave

Some good men may be born they said, the better ones are made

So you try on every shoe and you stand in every shadow

Hope you find yourself somewhere between the first pew and the back row

But you’re always carrying around that kid

Whose picture’s in the hallway, eighteen and graduating

Did you ever make those dreams come true

Or is a kid still waiting?

Is a kid still waiting?

Is a kid still waiting?

I’ll be the first to admit

I’m a little stuck in high school