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 I'm born to run
You looked at me
And I was done
And 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 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 oh oh
When I think about you
I think about seventeen
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 your Mom would think
about 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
So long ago
When you think about me
Do you think about seventeen
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
Oh wo wo oh oh
Oh wo wo oh oh
Oh wo wo oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh wo wo oh oh
Oh wo wo oh oh
Oh wo wo 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
Oh wo wo oh oh
Oh wo wo oh oh
Oh wo wo oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh wo wo oh oh
Oh wo wo oh oh
Oh wo wo oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh wo wo oh oh
Oh wo wo oh oh
Oh wo wo oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh wo wo oh oh
Oh wo wo oh oh
Oh wo wo oh oh
Oh oh oh oh