Seventeen or eighteen
And it's time to leave home
Here are fresh young fields to plough
And wild oats to be sown
In a place of your own
Thirty-two, thirty-three
And you're seldom alone
So you hide behind your eyes
From the kids and the phone
In a place of your own
Eighty-four, eighty-five
Can't get blood from a stone
You won't mind when they come
Lay that flesh, lay that bone
In a place of your own