Letras: Cross Canadian Ragweed. 17.

Sirens wail and a flashing light:
Nothin' better to do on a Tuesday night,
But give me hell.
Where you headed, what are you out for?
Don't see much of you 'round here anymore.
I guess it's just as well.
Once upon a time you had it all:
You let everybody down.
You're always seventeen in your hometown.

Runnin' from your folks, runnin' from the law.
Runnin' from love; runnin' from your fears; runnin' from it all.
You keep on runnin' boy, you'll run yourself in the ground.
You're always seventeen in your hometown.

Her porch swing still looks the same,
She probably won't even remember my name.
Just like she didn't back then.
Is she married, is she doin' fine?
Does she know about all the nights I laid awake cryin',
Just to know her hand?
The door opens and I run away,
Just like the same old clown.
You're always seventeen in your hometown.

Runnin' from your folks, runnin' from the law.
Runnin' from love; runnin' from your fears; runnin' from it all.
You keep on runnin' boy, you'll run yourself in the ground.
You're always seventeen in your hometown.

Instrumental break.

Well, nobody's gonna miss me.
No tears will fall; no-one's gonna weep,
When I hit that road.
My boots are broken, my brain is sore,
From keeping up with their little world:
I got a heavy load.
Gonna leave 'em all just like before,
I'm big city bound.
You're always seventeen in your hometown.

Runnin' from your folks, runnin' from the law.
Runnin' from love; runnin' from your fear; runnin' from it all.
You keep on runnin' boy, you'll run yourself in the ground.
You're always seventeen,
Yeah, you're always seventeen:
You're always seventeen in your hometown