If I were a million miles in the air,
Would you try and reach me
Would you even care
What if I were right behind,
Would you turn to see,
You would come to realize,
I'm only 17
Back when I would shut my eyes,
Just to hear you breathe
I was only half alive,
And you were in between

Did you see the skyline,
Monuments and all
They could not compare to
What you were before
Back when I would bide my time,
Close but indiscreet,
I would rather be resigned,
Than speak and risk defeat

Now that I adjust my eyes,
As you turn to leave,
I have come to realize,
That I was only 17
Only 17