17 weeks, before I'm home 17 weeks, the day I can't forget Please let the days fly away Now everything seem so clear to me I lay down with perfect dreams My dreams are filled with the sweetest girl And when I wake up, but you're not there To make them real To make them real Everyday I try to complete my work Then I would go out there and smile Go out there and smile 17 weeks, 17 weeks 17 weeks 17 weeks, before I'm home 17 weeks, the day I can't forget