17 Lyrics

I remember when we had a lot of things to do Impressed by all the words we read And the heroes that we knew
Climb on to your dream A dream of our own making To find a place that we could later lose To whatever time would bring
We were 17 And the cake man was affecting you Moving you to greater things In a lesser way you had to prove
The clock struck summertime You were going round in circles now Wishing you were seventeen At twenty-one, it was a long time gone
And now here you are You're locked in your own excuse The circle's getting smaller every day You're busy planning the next fifty years
So stay the way you are And keep your head down to the same old ground Just paint your picture boy until you find A closed circle's better than an open line
Yes stay the way you are I got a circle that's the same as yours It may be bigger, but I've more to lose Who is the luckier man, me or you?