Her right hand closed the front porch door
Suddenly a child no more
All the ribbons all the bows in a box now on her closet floor

Anxious for whats to come
Afraid to leave a place she loves


Shes not a woman not a girl
Trying to find her place in this crazy world
Meet a lover make a friend

Try and figure out what this life really means
After 17


Broken hearts and rusted dreams
Sometimes make it hard to leave and
Certainty is out of reach even with some self belief

So she bites her lip and shows a smile
Flips her hair and flaunts her style


Shes not a woman not a girl
Trying to find her place in this crazy world
Meet a lover make a friend

Try and figure out what this life really means
After 17


Her memories she stowed away
Pulls them out on rainy days
And brand new faces take their place beside the ones that never fade

Shes strong and fragile, weak and smart
Whatever the cost she plays the part


Shes not a woman not a girl
Trying to find her place in this crazy world
Meet a lover make a friend

Try and figure out what this life really means
After 17


Her right hand closed the front porch door
And suddenly a child no more.