After 17 - Alan Jackson

Her right hand closed the front porch door

Suddenly a child no more

All the ribbons all the bows in a box now on her closet floor

Anxious for whats to come

Afraid to leave a place she loves

She’s not a woman, not a girl

Trying to find her place in this crazy world

Meet a lover, make a friend

Try and figure out what this life really means

After 17

Broken hearts and rusted dreams

Sometimes make it hard to leave and

Certainty is out of reach even with some self belief

So she bites her lip and shows a smile

Flips her hair and flaunts her style

She’s not a woman, not a girl

Trying to find her place in this crazy world

Meet a lover, make a friend

Try and figure out what this life really means

After 17

Her memories she stowed away

Pulls them out on rainy days

And brand new faces take their place beside the ones that never fade

She’s strong and fragile, weak and smart

Whatever the cost she plays the part

She’s not a woman, not a girl

Trying to find her place in this crazy world

Meet a lover, make a friend

Try and figure out what this life really means

After 17

After 17

Her right hand closed the front porch door

And suddenly a child no more