17 کے بول

Now I'm seventeen My school is in the 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 time Nice girls meet nice boys end of school day While other girls go straight 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 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 straight 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 Now I'm seventeen Now I'm seventeen