Seventeen years gone by   Twenty one days I've cried   A hundred more reasons why you wanted up and lately      A thousand more ways I've tried   To shake up my old insides   My heads looking down   In stolen books that is quite mine      La-da-da-da-da-da-da   La-da-da-da-da-da-da      Eight hundred and fifty miles   Boarders of wood and lines   Just counting the bathroom tiles   Seen faces in those smiles      And two corners left in a while   Be back in rank and file   It doesn't add up   Lonely answers seems that maybe      La-da-da-da-da-da-da   La-da-da-da-da-da-da   La-da-da-da-da-da-da   La-da-da-da-da-da-da