I don't wanna go home
I was walking around, just me and my headphones
I thought I'd cry but I don't

I could visit my friends
Roll the windows down on Broadway, take it all in
And head up north again

You're all I've ever known
I'm a tourist with a camera phone
I'll decorate all on my own
Got a poster and a microphone

Seventeen again, someplace to go

I could get a quick job
Selling roses on Fridays outside the nightclub
Make some friends, call them up

You're all I've ever known
I'm a tourist with a camera phone
I'll decorate all my own
Got a postcard and a dial tone
In a jacket 'cause I know it's cold
Sorting out all the shit from back home

I'm an echo
I'm an echo

La la, la la la la
La la la, la la la, la la