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 setting sun 'I'm On Fire' and 'Born To Run' You looked at me and I was done And we, we're 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 Sang 'Ooh, ooh'
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 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
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 U.S.A' 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
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night Springsteen, Springsteen Whoa, Springsteen