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