You
won't hear it on the turnpike
Doesn't run on gasoline
Got no rubber tread to burn like
An out-of-control machine
Won't be warning you by letter
Doesn't need to pass a test
Some are worse and some are better
But it's coming nonetheless
It's not strolling up the sidewalk
Won't be stopping on a dime
There's no place where you can hide
Chalk this one up to Father Time.
CHORUS
Don't run away from yesterday
It keeps you looking back
So try instead to jump ahead
And break out of the pack
Could be this year's a time for tears
of happiness or strife
The chances are that you'll go far
Another year of life
You may say it doesn't matter
That it doesn't change a thing
But the fact is it may shatter
Preconceptions that you bring
You can claim it's not reversing
Ways that you're accustomed to
But there's really no rehearsing
All the changes you'll go through
You might think it won't endanger
What the girl you were has been
But you'll find she's more a stranger
Than the woman soon within
CHORUS
Doesn't take a rocket doctor
There is nothing left to prove
You don't need some sly concoctor
Just to tell you your next move
You keep going where you're going
There's no deviated path
Destinations you're not knowing
Won't affect the aftermath
Wheel of wonder keep on spinning
Though the outcome be unseen
What's not ending is beginning
You're turning seventeen |