But this ain’t high school Where all you care about is if the pretty cheerleader thinks you’re cool See her Friday, take her out after the football game ‘Cause it’s five years later and you can’t get off of the elevator That’s going up, ’cause you’re growing up And the world gets cruel when you’re still living in high schoolHe’s still calling that first love, first time, pretty-eyed blonde And she’s still letting it ring ’cause his ring isn’t what she wants ‘Cause she traded in prom queen for a big city dream And a slate that’s clean, but Your heart just don’t get it and that’s why you can’t forget it ‘Cause you’re living like you’re seventeenBut this ain’t high school Where all you care about is if the pretty cheerleader thinks you’re cool See her Friday, take her out after the football game ‘Cause it’s five years later and you can’t get off of the elevator That’s going up, ’cause you’re growing up and the world gets cruel when…You’re still living in the hallways Where everybody stopped and stared And cared and knew your name Cause this is the real world that don’t know you like that
You can remember but you can’t go backTo high school Where all you care about is if the pretty cheerleader thinks you’re cool See her Friday when you take her out after the football game ‘Cause it’s five years later and you can’t get off of the elevator That’s going up, ’cause you’re growing up And the world gets cruel when you’re still living in high schoolWhen you’re still living in… Five years later Oh yeah, oh yeah He’s still calling that first love, first time And he hates he said goodbye, she went on with her life He’s still driving the same old back roads Wondering when he got so old Where did his life go Oh, but he knows Oh, he knows Yeah, he knows That this ain’t high school, oh, woah And he’s still driving that 1970 hand-me-down truck And he’s stuck in high school But this ain’t high school…