Seventeen Hours
© Jon Horne 1993

There is a house where you can live, and dream your life away
Seventeen hours to daydream
Many lives have passed through mine
I see them walking through my mind
Seventeen hours to daydream
Seventeen hours hiding from the train

(Guitar solo. If you have pedals, tread on them.)

The morning comes, too fast to sleep
We're not the only ones
Seventeen hours to daydream
The night before, no bed to sleep
A blanket by the fire
Seventeen hours to daydream
Seventeen hours hiding from the train

Eyes still burned, faces shone
I knew that she was gone
Seventeen hours hiding from the train