Springsteen

To this day, when I hear that song

I see you standin' there on that lawn

Discount shades, store bought tan

Flip flops and cut off jeans

Somewhere between that settin' sun

I'm on fire and born to run

You looked at me and I was done

We were just gettin' started

I was singin' to you, you were singin' to me

I was so alive, never been more free

Fired up my daddy's lighter and we sang

"Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh"

Stayed there 'til they forced us out

And took the long way to your house

I can still hear the sound

Of you sayin' don't go

When I think about you

I think about 17

I think about my old Jeep

I think about the stars in the sky

Funny how a melody sounds like a memory

Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night

Springsteen

I bumped into you by happenstance

You probably wouldn't even know who I am

But if I whispered your name, I bet

Still be a spark

And back when I was gasoline

And this old tattoo had brand new ink

And we didn't care what would mama think

'Bout your name on my arms

Baby, is it spring or is it summer?

The guitar sound, roll the beat of a drummer

You hear sometimes late at night

On your radio

Even though you're a million miles away

When you hear "Born in the USA"

You relive those glory days

So long ago

When you think about me

Do you think about 17?

Do you think about my old Jeep

Think about the stars in the sky?

Funny how a melody sounds like a memory

Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night

Springsteen

Springsteen

Funny how a melody sounds like a memory

Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night

Springsteen

Springsteen

Oh, Springsteen