now i'm seventeen，
my school is in the country，
students wear trainers，
read the same magazines，
now i'm seventeen，
my school is gettinng tiresome，
teachers-they're so young，
singling me out，
only like philosophy after school the time，
that's what i call my own time，
nice girls meet nice boys end of school day，
while other girls go straight home，
talking 'bout soaps'n' that，
i go home alone，
like it watching the nameless people，
surfing subways,travelling somewhere，
"…nowhere…"，
now i'm seventeen i do not have a title，
depend on no one else busy being kind（to myself），
only like philosophy after school the time，
that's what i call my own time，
nice girls meet nice boys end of school day，
while other girls go straight home，
talking 'bout soaps'n' that，
i go home alone and have dinner，
in my sweet home praying again,
again again （"…peace…"），
i see the same faces in school，
and they say that i am different i think it's an honour，
i say it's an honour to be different，
i can't go their way，
surfing subways,travelling somewhere，
"…nowhere…"，
i go home alone and have dinner，
in my sweet sweet home praying again,
again and again （"…peace…"），
now i'm seventeen，
now i'm …seventeen…。