29, that's when you're supposed to find yourselfStart drinking whiskey from a higher shelfStop calling your mom for help29, you start paying mortgage instead of rentShould be picking out a picket fenceInstead of wondering where it went and wondering whyBut for me, 29 is the year that I got married and divorcedHeld on for dear life but I still fell off the horseFrom a miss to a missus, then the other way aroundThe year I was gonna live it upNow I'm never gonna live it down29, by now I thought I'd have it figured outBut I've never felt as lost as I do nowAnd everybody says you're only 29But I feel like I'm running out of timeIf youth is wasted on the young, have I wasted mine?Cause for me, 29 is the year that I got married and divorcedHeld on for dear life but I still fell off the horseFrom a miss to a missus, then the other way aroundThe year I was gonna live it upNow I'm never gonna live it downSeems like everybody else is hanging on to itBut I swear to God I barely made my way through itOh, 29Is the year that I got married and divorcedThe year I held on for dear life but I still fell off the horseFrom a miss to a missus, then the other way aroundThe year I was gonna live it upHey, let's just call it what it wasNow I'm never gonna live it downNow I'm never gonna live it down