The time has come again   Slowly walking down the steps   To where she would have been   If only they were seventeen      Waiting patiently   And stood between a fraying seam   Hiding from himself   As well as everybody else      Without permission   His face became wet   He thought he'd learnt how to not get upset   From folded notes in envelopes   Meet me beneath the moon, don't go too soon   She went too soon.      The time has come again   And slowly walking down the steps,   To where she would have been   If only they were seventeen.