Springsteen
Memories of Seventeen: A Summer Night's Melody with Springsteen
Lyrics
To this day when I hear that song
When I hear that song even now, it brings back memories.
I see you standin' there all night long
I recall seeing you standing there throughout the night.
Discount shades, store bought tan
You had inexpensive sunglasses and a tan from a store.
Flip flops and cut-off jeans
You wore flip flops and jeans that were cut off.
Somewhere between that setting sun
Between dusk and nightfall.
I'm on fire and born to run
I felt intense passion and a desire to escape.
You looked at me and I was done
You looked at me, and I was captivated.
And we're, we're just getting started
We were just beginning our journey together.
I was singin' to you, you were singin' to me
I sang to you, and you sang back.
I was so alive, never been more free
I felt incredibly alive and liberated.
Fired up my daddy's lighter and we sang, oh
I lit up a lighter and sang along passionately.
Stayed there 'til they forced us out
We stayed until we were asked to leave.
And took the long way to your house
We took the longer route to your home.
I can still hear the sound of you sayin' don't go
I can still hear you asking me not to go.
When I think about you, I think about seventeen
When I reminisce about you, I recall being seventeen.
I think about my old jeep
I remember my old jeep.
I think about the stars in the sky
Recollection of stars in the night sky.
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Music triggers memories in a powerful way.
Like the soundtrack to a July Saturday night, Springsteen
It's like the soundtrack of a summer Saturday night, reminiscent of Springsteen.
I bumped into you by happenstance
Our meeting was accidental.
You probably wouldn't even know who I am
You might not recognize me if we crossed paths.
But if I whispered your name
But if I mentioned your name, there might still be a connection.
I bet there'd still be a spark
There was a spark between us back when I was full of energy.
Back when I was gasoline
I was like fuel, and my tattoo was fresh.
And this old tattoo had brand new ink
We didn't care about societal judgments.
And we didn't care what your mom would think
Your name on my arm was a symbol of our bond.
About your name on my arm
Reflecting on whether it's spring or summer, the music, or the rhythm that reminds you of me.
Baby is it spring or is it summer
Recollecting the sounds you hear late at night on your radio.
The guitar sound or the beat of that drummer
Despite being far away, certain songs transport you to memorable times.
You hear sometimes late at night
Recapturing the nostalgia of past glory days.
On your radio
When you think of me, does it take you back to being seventeen?
Even though you're a million miles away
Recollection of my old jeep.
When you hear 'Born in the USA'
Remembering the stars in the sky.
You relive those glory days
Music has a way of triggering powerful memories.
So long ago
Just like a soundtrack to a summer Saturday night, reminiscent of Springsteen.
When you think about me, do you think about seventeen
Repeating the thought of whether you recall being seventeen when thinking of me.
Do you think about my old jeep
Recollection of my old jeep.
Think about the stars in the sky
Remembering the stars in the sky.
Funny how a melody sounds like a memory
Music has a way of triggering powerful memories.
Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night
Just like a soundtrack to a summer Saturday night, reminiscent of Springsteen.
Springsteen, Springsteen
Repetition emphasizing the power of music in triggering nostalgic memories.
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