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

And we're just getting 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

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 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 mom would think 'bout your name on my arm

Baby is it spring or is it summer

The guitar sound or the beat of that 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

Oh...

Funny how a melody sounds like a memory

Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night

Springsteen, oh, Springsteen

Oh...