Springsteen

To this day when I hear that song, I see you standing there on that lawn

Discount shades, store bought tan, flip-flops and cut off jeans

Somewhere between that setting sun, I'm On Fire and Born To Run

You looked at me and I was done, we were just getting started

I was singing to you, you were singing to me

I was so alive, never been more free

Fired up my daddy's lighter and we sang oh

Stayed there 'til they forced us out

We took the long way to your house

And I can still hear the sound

Of you saying, "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 in to you by happenstance

You probably wouldn't even know who I am

But if I whispered your name, I bet there'd still be a spark

Back when I was gasoline and this old tattoo had brand new ink

And we didn't care what your momma think 'bout your name on my arm

Baby is it spring or is it summer

The guitar sound or the beat of the 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

Do you relive those glory days from 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

Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh-oh woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Funny how a melody sounds like a memory

Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night

Springsteen, Springsteen, oh, Springsteen

Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh