What he would give
To go back to seventeen
That year for me
Was filled with discovery
The memory
That might be the only thing that gives his
Life any meaning
But I'm still here drying you out and out and out
Lingering over the seventeen seas
Are you here with me?
Are you here with me?
I still lay back every night and think of every problem
I still act adolescent I guess that I still am one
No fun
He was
In a rush to
Gro up I know
It won't be ending up the
Way he thought it would
It'll be good
I know nothing of life
I know some things of life