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 there'd 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

Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-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

Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh