To this
day I wanna 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 set and the sun I'm on fire,
I won't run
You looked at me,
I was done I'm just getting started
I was singing to you,
you were singing to me I was so loud,
never been more free
Fired up my Daddy's lighter, and we sang
ohh...
Stayed there until the force of salve Took a long way to your house
I can still hear the sound Of you saying,
don't go
When
you think about me,
do you think about seventeen?
Do you think about my old G?
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 a happy stand,
you probably wouldn't even know who I am,
but if I whispered
your name out there, I'd still be a spot.
From back when I was gasoline,
this old tattoo I had brand new weekend,
didn't care what
your mama think, I put your name on my arm.
Baby is it spring or is it summer,
the guitar sound or the beat of that drum,
is sometime
related now on your radio.
Even though you're a million miles away,
when you hear born in the USA,
do you really
boast glory day, so long ago?
When you think about me,
do you think about seventeen?
Do you think about my old G?
Think about the stars in the sky,
funny how a melody
sounds like a memory,
like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night.
Springsteen!
One more time, give me all of it.
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory,
like a soundtrack
to a Nashville late night.
Springsteen.
I remember Springsteen.
I remember Joe and I got going like.
Just like that.