It's a song. My speech impediment comes through on one word and I drop an R. I find that highly amusing.
A guitar. A girl. Some words. A voice. 'Nuff said.
Lyrics
Seventeen Hours.
you walk the road at midnight
and you walk the road alone
your path is lit by moonlight
you're searching for your home
And every light in every window
tells you a story only you can hear
you sneak in closer
wondering "am I welcome here?"
seventeen hours left in the day
seventeen hours until I can run away
I don't want to leave, but I can't stand to stay
for seventeen hours...
You see her from a distance
the sun haloed in her hair
you wonder if she'll ever notice
your heart lying out there
you've left no room on your sleeve
you've left your jacket--there's a chill in the air
but the cold you fail to notice
you're too lost in her to even care
Seventeen hours left in the day
seventeen hours till I can run away
I don't want to leave, but I cant stand the stay
for seventeen hours...
we put life off till tomorrow
because we think there's time
I'll call you when I get the chance
such a familiar dance
we'll be just fine
I'm think that if I touch you,
you'll burn me, you're that cold
you look so young by firelight
in the shadows, you grow old
each breath's a secret confession
each laugh is nothing more than a convenient lie
and each smile's a question
unanswered.
