Give it time my baby
Yeah, you've been picking up the pieces of the mess that's left of your history
And it's a slow ride, I can see, yeah
And there's a feeling that you get when you don't believe in anything
I can't deny that, we're no longer 17
And that living with regret isn't nearly as easy as it should be
And we've been divided about who we're supposed to be
So ramble down the road until we finally reach our destiny

So, Rock-A-Bye Sweet Darlin'
You'll hear that six string a calling
Your better days, they're coming
Ohh, when you hear that six string a callin'

It's been a while since you shouted out
That I don't understand what these trials in life are all about
And when your thoughts consume you with self doubt
You throw your hands up in the air and say man, I've just got to get out
And I see you trying to climb to the top of that rope
But the splinters cut your hands and you're left in the dust of your own hope
And I know that sometimes, it all seems like it just a joke
And all you can do is laugh it's the only way you know how to cope

See I know what it's like to be there
To be 23 and afraid of everything you're supposed to be
No they don't teach you lessons for living
And it gets so damn confusing
When you don't know what you're doing

So, Rock-A-Bye Sweet Darlin
You'll hear that six string a calling
Your better days, they're coming
Ohh, when you hear that six string a callin'