Eighteen at a traffic light I’ve got

Nowhere to be on a Friday night

I’ve got it all

I’ve got nothing

Summer’s here and I’m finally free, I’ve got

No work to do and no one to see

I’ve got it all

I’ve got nothing

Eighteen is a funny age I’ve got

So many dreams and an empty page

I’ve got it all

Because I’ve got nothing

Everybody knows what I should do

Everybody works so I should too

How do I explain what feels so wrong?

Dealing with the shame of knowing you don’t

belong

So you try to smile and hope that you won’t

always be

Alone with your dreams

Living in between

Eighteen...

Eighteen yet I feel so old like a

Bright screen with a paper soul

I’ve seen it all

I’ve seen nothing

Eighteen with a car that drives and a

Strange need just to feel alive

I’ve seen it all

I’ve seen nothing

Have you heard its a golden age? Go get your

Golden view from your golden cage

I’ve seen it all

Because I’ve seen nothing

Everybody knows what I should do

Everybody works so I should too

How do I explain what feels so wrong?

Dealing with the shame of knowing you don’t

belong

So you try to smile and hope that you won’t

always be

Alone with your dreams

Living in between

Everybody does just what they’re told

Everybody buys just what they’re sold

How do I escape what I can’t see?

How do I replace the broken parts of me?

No, you try to smile and hope that you won’t

always be

Alone with your dreams

Living in between

Eighteen...