Say you left it far behind And you'll always feel your 17 Isn't it a sad thing that we all can't win? You got your sad songs or the radio It's for sure that you are all done when you get home the street is quiet in the morning and the sight of her is all you need to get so down I can promise something fleeting Just a quiet evening that will pass and although we ain't got nothing to show I can promise something fleeting just a quiet evening that will pass