17

My daddy's in the kitchen, ain't got much to say

And mama's gone to church 'cause all she ever does is pray

I'm up here with this guitar just tryna learn to play

Every song that I think might make you look my way

Just look my way, look my way

Here you come driving in your older sister's car

See you make a left-hand turn on the Belmont Boulevard

Cigarettes and cheap black shades like some 70's rock and roll star

The only thing I'll ever want is everything you are

Everything you are, eh

And the days creep by like a honey, sweet and slow

Floating like a song on the radio

Lost somewhere between the truth and make-believe

Honey don't you know that's just the way it goes when you're 17

I know you're workin' at the movies, so I pack my stuff and go

Get a ticket and a Coca Cola just so that I can say hello

You say you like my Guns N Roses t-shirt and that's your favorite band

Could you hear my heart just thumpin' behind that old concession stand

And the days creep by like a honey, sweet and slow

Floating like a song on the radio

Lost somewhere between the truth and make-believe

Honey don't you know that's just the way it goes when you're 17

Zip my coat and walk out as the credits start to roll

You pull up beside me and ask if I want a ride back home

Out in front of my house you lean over and kiss me slow

Is it the first one or the last one, it's just too soon to know

And the days creep by like a honey, sweet and slow

Floating like a song on the radio

Lost somewhere between the truth and make-believe

Honey don't you know that's just the way it goes when you're 17

Yeah I know it sounds strange but you're never gonna change

When you're 17