now I'm seventeen my school is in the country students wear trainers read the same magazines now I'm seventeen my school is gettinng 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 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 king (to myself) 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 strait home i go hime 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 B different i can't go their way surfing subways,travelling somewhere “…nowhere…” 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 B different i can't go their way now i'm seventeen now i'm “…seventeen…”
