Sitting at home in front of a TV. Wasting his dreams he's only seventeen.

Like a child in a grown up world. Tomorrow's Monday and he has to go to work.

All of his friends they stay out late. But wife is home he can't be late.

Another step into the middle age. He feels irate what a shame. Sometimes I

wonder how he got there. In the first place, sometimes I wonder. What he must

be feeling now. Sometimes I wonder. The party is over. He can't be what he

wants to be. Growing up before his time. His time is now. He wants to party

but he has a Wife