Living at homenLiving under one roofnWalls are ragingnThey're all crazynMind is racingnSay you left it far behindnAnd you'll always feel your 17nin a dreamnIsn't it a sad thing that we all can't win?nYou got your sad songs or the radionIt's for sure that you are all donenJust a quiet eveningnJust a quiet eveningnwhen you get home the street is quiet in the morningnand the sight of her is all you need to get so downnI can't figure how a letter so upset her just climb down the stairsnJust disappearnI can promise something fleetingnJust a quiet evening that will passnand although we ain't got nothing to shownby sitting at homenit'd mean a lot to menI can promise something fleetingnjust a quiet evening that will passnjust a quiet eveningnjust a quiet evening.n