21, 22, 23

And you'll be 21, 22, 23
And you still can't know what you want
And you'll be 24, 25, 26
And you don't dance like before

And you and your buddies
You're all in college
And you're waiting
For something to happen

Do you even have a clue?
Where you stand right now?
You're wasting your youth
Between bars and shared apartments

And you'll be 21, 22, 23
And you still can't know what you want
And you'll be 24, 25, 26
And you don't dance like before

And sometimes you get melancholic
In the streetlight
On weekends you go partying
And get wasted, of course
And you intentionally keep your dreams small
So you won't be disappointed in the end

And you'll be 21, 22, 23
And you still can't know what you want
And you'll be 24, 25, 26
And you don't dance like before

And you say it's not all your fault
And order another beer
And when I ask you what you want to be
You always just say "I don't know. Just not in my mid-30s"
Just not in my mid-30s

And you'll be 21, 22, 23
And you still can't know what you want
And you'll be 24, 25, 26
And you don't dance like before

And you'll be 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29