Edge Of Seventeen (Live)

And the days go by like a strand in the wind
 In the web that is my own where I begin again
 Said to my friend, baby nothin' else mattered
 She was no more than a baby then
 Well she seemed broken hearted
 Something within her
 But the moment that I first laid
 Eyes on her all alone on the edge of seventeen
 Just like the white winged dove
 sings a song
 Sounds like she's singing
 oh... oh... oh
 Just like the white winged dove
 sings a song
 Sounds like she's singing
 oh... oh ... oh
 I went today maybe I will go again tomorrow
 And the music there was hauntingly familiar
 And I see you doing what I try to do for me
 With the words of a poet and the voice of a choir
 And a melody like nothing else mattered
 Just like the white winged dove
 sings a song
 Sounds like she's singing
 oh... oh... oh
 Just like the white winged dove
 sings a song
 Sounds like she's singing
 oh... oh... oh
 And so, with the slow graceful flow of age
 I went forth with an age old desire to please
 On the edge of, edge of, edge of,
 edge of, edge of, edge of... seventeen
 Well then suddenly
 there was no one left standing in the hall
 In a flood of tears
 no one really ever heard fall at all
 Oh I went searchin' for an answer
 Up the stairs and down the hall
 Not to find an answer but just to hear the call
 Of a nightbird singing come away-y-ay-y-ay
 Just like the white winged dove
 sings a song
 Sounds like she's singing
 oh... oh... oh
 Just like the white winged dove
 sings a song
 Sounds like she's singing
 oh... oh... oh
 Just like the white winged dove
 sings a song
 Sounds like she's singing
 oh... oh... oh
 Just like the white winged dove
 sings a song
 Sounds like she's singin