We were a twenty-two dollar bottle of wine on a Letterman coat Sneaking out late every Sunday night with nowhere to go And I thought I knew everything there was to know But she showed me how wrong I could be our first night alone And we were seventeen We were digging down deep And howling at the moon Caught somewhere between a little too late And way too soon And we were seventeen We were a four-dollar pack of Marlboro Reds and a hand-me-down Ford Spent every last dime we had seeing what that four on the floor would do And everything we found just left us looking for more And they said, "Don't worry son, no one knows what it is they're looking for When you're seventeen" We were digging down deep And howling at the moon Caught somewhere between a little too late And way too soon We were wanting something more But clinging to our roots You were an angel in a sundress I was a devil in boots And we were seventeen Oh, we were seventeen I got that letter in the mail on the first of March Taking me halfway across the country, man, it nearly tore my heart in two Wondering if what we thought we had could make it that far Made me see I thought that life wasn't supposed to be this hard When you're seventeen Oh, you're seventeen Hey Oh, you're seventeen