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,
but 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-woah-oh-woah-ohh.
Stayed there till they forced us out,
and 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.
If 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.
From 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,
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.
Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Ohh-ohh.
Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Ohh-ohh.
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night,
Springsteen,
Springsteen
Oh, Springsteen
Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Ohh-ohh.
Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Ohh-ohh.
Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Ohh-ohh.
Whoah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh, Ohh-ohh.