Seventeen

She was seventeen and I wanted to believe that the well ran a hundred years deep
Truth is there ain’t no substitute for livin’

My mind was weak because her lips were tremblin’ was it God that put me in a place like this
And who’s to say who’s a fallen angel

But the telephone rings
It’s not you
Someone at the door
It’s not you
There’s a beautiful girl but she ain’t you
It ain’t you 
It ain’t you
It ain’t you

She was 17 and I wanted to believe that the well ran a hundred years deep
And all that silence, unspoken wisdom

My legs were weak because her lips were tremblin’
Was it God that put me in a place like this
Who’s to say who’s a fallen angel

And the telephone rings
It’s not you
There’s someone at the door
It’s not you
There’s a beautiful girl but it aint you
It ain’t you 
It ain’t you
It ain’t you

She was 17 and I wanted to believe that the well ran a hundred years deep
The truth is there ain’t no substitute for livin’

My legs were weak cause her lips were trembling
Was it god that put me in a place like this
And who’s to say who’s a fallen angel

And the telephone rings
It’s not you
There’s someone at the door
It’s no you
There’s a beautiful girl but she ain’t you
It ain’t you 
It ain’t you
It ain’t you
It ain’t you baby
It ain’t you
I want you to know that it ain’t you
No
It ain’t you baby
It ain’t you
It ain’t you