what did I know when I was seventeen
when all the world was selling teenage dreams?
one rush would fade, another kept you keen
but I grew old when I was seventeen
it happened when the world was turning new
I wrote off all the signs as Christmas blues
‘til darkness coursed, exposing aimless ways
and dark it was for no fear it allayed
for fourteen years been hooked upon a dream
death cannot kill the beauty of that dream
and I know more than when just seventeen
I know at last some peace, if not the dream