Sitting at home in front of a TV.
Wasting his dreams he's only seventeen.
Like a child in a grown up world.
Tomorrow's Monday and he has to go to work.
All of his friends they stay out late.
But wife is home he can't be late.
Another step into the middle age.
He feels irate what a shame.
Sometimes I wonder how he got there.
In the first place, sometimes I wonder.
What he must be feeling now.
Sometimes I wonder.
The party is over.
He can't be what he wants to be.
Growing up before his time.
His time is now.
He wants to party but he has a wife and kid.
I bet he wishes that he never did.
Wife and kid he's too young for a ball and chain.
Wife and kid he'll never be seventeen again.