Ian Anderson - 17 lyrics

I remember when we had a lot of things to do Impressed by the words we read And the heroes that we knew Climb on to dream a dream of my own making To find a place that we could later lose To whatever time would bring We were seventeen And the cakeman was affecting you Moving you to greater things In a lesser way you had to prove The clock struck summertime You were going round in circles now Wishing you were seventeen At twenty-one, it was a long time gone And now here you are You're lost in your own excuse But the circle's getting smaller every day You're busy planning the next fifty years So stay the way you are And keep your head down in the same old round Just paint your picture, boy, until you find A closed circle's better than an open line Yes, stay the way you are I got a circle just the same as yours It may be bigger, but I've more to lose Who is the luckier man - me or you?