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