The Question of Passing Time

We were 17

And now we're 27

It was summers day

And we were wasting time

Near the houses we grew up in

Get a taxi uptown

And everybody's drinking a little too much

And it's getting dark now

When it's all done

And we can all go home

There's the still the question of passing time

'Cause we were 17

And now we're 27

Police cars rushing by

There must be trouble in the city tonight

And they're ringing the bells for the last drinks

We'll get some cans and sit outside

We got a packet of GV

And it's not even midnight

And when it's all done

And we can all go home

There's still the question of passing time

See we were 17

And now we're 27

So where did it all go?

And how did it happen?

Sometimes I think it must be some kind of dream

When you're looking up at the stars

'Cause you can tell theat they're not real

And we were heading for the water