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 what's to come

Afraid to leave a place she loves She's not a woman, not a girl

Trying to find her place in this crazy world

Meet a lover, make a friend

Trying to figure out what this life really means

After 17 Broken hearts and rusted dreams

Sometimes make it hard to leaving

Certainty is out of reach

Even with some self-beliefs

So she bites her lip and shows a smile

Flips her hair and flaunts her style She's 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

She's strong and fragile, weak and smart

Whatever the cost she plays the part She's 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, after 17 Her right hand closed the front porch door

And suddenly a child no more