In high school, they told me you gotta go to college Because those blue-collar jobs don't exist anymore In college, I learned that a four-year degree Is about as useful as a high school diploma was beforeSome of my friends got jobs in coffee shops Some fell to making music or writing poems Some took out loans and went back to school Some of them just went homeMe, I was afraid of getting stuck Everybody said don't get anybody pregnant And don't get a job in front of a computer screenNot yet Not yet Not yetYou've got your whole life ahead of you Enjoy it while you still can That's what everybody told me, as if youth were the last Gasp inside a plastic bag So I clung to my freedom greedilyI cut up all the credit cards they sent me I kept my distance from long-term leases I wanted a dog, but I never got oneI left my options open for so long So long, they started drying out When someone suggested I stick around I'm not readyNot yet Not yet Not yetI was proud of having nothing but a bed in the back of my truck And a coleman stove And a sleeping bag almost nothing that I couldn't give upI could do almost anything I Wanted, I could drive down to mexico mañana But I found myself wishing I had a little more that I could hold onto I wanted something that I can't let Go, or replace at the next sinclair There's a girl I missWith silver streaks In her hair Making me wish I was thereI pull off the interstate, and drive to her house Park at the curb and try to get a grip I curl my knuckles and I hitch up my heart And knock on her front doorIt's me, I say, smiling blindly Feeling familiar and out of sorts I recognize the smell of her cigarettes And some of the same plants on her front porchI jiggle the doorknob and say, let me in I hear muffled voices and shuffled steps Then she says, no, don't come in I'm not ready, not yet
