17

now i'm seventeen

my school is in the country

students wear trainers

read the same magazines

now i'm seventeen

my school is gettinng tiresome

teachers-they're so young

singling me out

only like philosophy after school the time

that's what i call my own time

nice girls meet nice boys end of school day

while other girls go strait home

talking 'bout soaps'n' that

i go home alone

like it watching the nameless people

surfing subways,travelling somewhere

"…nowhere…"

now i'm seventeen i do not have a title

depend on no one else busy being kind （to myself）

only like philosophy after school the time

that's what i call my own time

nice girls meet nice boys end of school day

while other girls go strait home

talking 'bout soaps'n' that

i go home alone and have dinner

in my sweet home praying again,

again again （"…peace…"）

i see the same faces in school

they say that i am different i think it's an honour

i say it's an honour to be different

i can't go their way

surfing subways,travelling somewhere

"…nowhere…"

i go home alone and have dinner

in my sweet home praying again,

again again （"…peace…"）

now i'm seventeen

now i'm "…seventeen…"