1975

Woke up to greeting cards from people I don't know no more

Woke up to blue above and blue below these wooden floors

This kind of thing it can't be told

This kind of thing it won't be taught

I drove on the interstate

Wishing I had learnt to fly

She's my Canadian girl

On the fifth day of July

This kind of thing it can't be told

This kind of thing it won't be taught

And she said time and time again

I wouldn't be alive

If it wasn't for the summer of 1975

And it'll never be

It'll never be the same

And everyone gets a moment when

It'll never be the same again

Someday I'll write it down

If it's okay I won't change the names

I don't know how the story ends

But I know that it began this way

This kind of thing it can't be told

This kind of thing it won't be taught

And she said time and time again

I wouldn't be alive

If it wasn't for the summer of

1975

And it'll never be

It'll never be the same

And everyone gets a moment when

It'll never be the same again

This kind of love it can't be told

This kind of love it won't be taught

It'll never be

It'll never be the same

It'll never be the same again

It'll never be

It'll never be the same

And everyone gets a moment when

It'll never be the same again

And she said time and time again

I wouldn't be alive

If it wasn't for the summer of

1975