17

Now I'm seventeen
My school is in a country
Students wear trainers
Read the same magazines

Now I'm seventeen
My school is getting tiresome
Teachers they're so young
Singling me out

Only like philosophy & after school the time
That's what I call my own... 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

Only like philosophy & after school the time
That's what I call my own... 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
(& again & again...)

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... Nowhere... No no

I go home all alone
And have dinner in my sweet sweet home
Praying again... Again & again
(& again & again...)

Now I'm seventeen
Now I'm seventeen