". . . an' they'll talk about 'the best days of their lives' . . ."

  • Song Found On:
    In My High School,
    2004
  • Blaine Larsen was born in February 1986 in Tacoma, WA. He is a baritone country singer-songwriter and was the youngest traditional country artist to have a hit on the Billboard charts. The song was his 2004 single "How Do You Get That Lonely", a song about suicide. At age fifteen he recorded the album "In My High School" which was rereleased in 2005 as "Off to Join the World". At age 13 Blaine purchased a guitar using money he earned from selling homemade birdhouses. His geometry teacher taught him chords and by his freshman year in high school, he was singing in assemblies and at school shows.

 

IN MY HIGH SCHOOL
by
Blaine Larsen



Lyrics:

In my High School, we separate the rich from the rest.
Those who wear rags from those who only wear the best.
An' in my High School, they hold assemblies for the football team,
But never for the kids with different dreams.
An' we've got jocks and we've got smokers, rednecks an' jokers:
There's a category for us all.
An' we struggle with our homework, our teachers an' their rules.
Yeah, they just think we're adolescent fools.

In my High School, there's some who think they're tough as they can be.
But when I look in their eyes, all I see is insecurity.
An' in my High School, there's some who'll wait, then there's some who won't.
Some that cross those lines an' some that don't.
We've got ac-heads an' we've got rebels; mostly saints, sometimes devils:
You see them walkin' up an' down the hall.
An' they struggle with their boyfriends, their girlfriends an' their maths,
An' they long for the bell that gets them out of class.
In my High School.

We laugh, we cry;
We fall, we fly.
Sometimes we wonder why we're even here.
We pass, we fail;
An' only time will tell,
If we'll ever make it through these teenage years.

In my High School, there's some who study for their entrance exams.
Some who just wanna play guitar in some rock 'n roll band.
An' in my High School, the seniors just cannot wait for June.
But they don't realise that we grow up way too soon.
They'll be doctors, they'll be lawyers; teachers an' warriors,
An' they'll live out their dreams, big and small.
And they'll struggle with their jobs; with their husbands an' their wives,
An' they'll talk about "the best days of their lives",
In my High School.
In my High School.
In my High School.
In my High School.

 
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