I POPPED THE CLUTCH ON THAT OLD RED FORD
HER DADDY WOULD HOLLER AND RUN TO THE DOOR
DUST WOULD FLY AS WE FLEW DOWN
THAT OLD GRAVEL DRIVEWAY
AND LOOKING BACK I CAN'T BELIEVE
HE LET HER RUN WITH A BOY LIKE ME
HE SAID "YOU BETTER GET HER BACK BY TEN
OR THERE'LL BE HELL TO PAY"
I CAN STILL FEEL HER LIPS ON MINE
IT'S ALL SO REAL BUT LOST IN TIME
AIN'T THAT JUST LIKE A DREAM RUNNIN WILD AND RUNNIN FREE
WE WERE REBELS CHASING TIME AGAINST THE WIND
SOMETIMES I LONG FOR JUST ONE NIGHT OF THE WAY I FELT BACK THEN
BUT AIN'T THAT JUST LIKE A DREAM, IT ALWAYS ENDS
SATURDAY NIGHTS WE COULD ALL BE FOUND
RADIOS UP WITH OUR WINDOWS ROLLED DOWN
HEARTS ON FIRE AND HOLDING HANDS,
SIGHTS SET ON FOREVER
WE NEVER THOUGHT THOSE DAYS WOULD END
WE'D NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN
SUMMER WOULD BE THE LAST TIME
WE WOULD EVER BE TOGETHER
I NEVER KNEW I'D WAKE UP SOMEDAY,
IN A BRAND NEW WORLD SO FAR AWAY