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 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



Stayed there till they forced us out



We 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



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





Funny how a melody sounds like a memory



Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night



Springsteen, Springsteen



Oh Springsteen"