Soft guitar strum and a little echo.
Almost like a diary opening.
I was 15 chasing dreams on the blacktop sneakers worn out.
Still I couldn't stop.
Late nights laughing under streetlight beams.
Every moment felt like forever.
It seems we were young,
wild,
didn't care at all.
Every heartbreak felt 10 feet tall.
Looking back I can hear the call of who I was when I was small.
15,
just a kid with a fire.
15, heart was running higher.
Every memory stuck in my skin.
Wish I could go back to 15 again.
First love letter folded in my jeans.
Hands were shaking, living teenage scenes.
Songs we played on the radio loud.
We thought we owned the whole damn town.
We were both strong, never thought we'd fall.
Every secret written on the wall.
Time has flown but I still recall the way we danced through it all.
15,
just a kid with a fire.
15, heart was running higher.
Every memory stuck in my skin.
Wish I could go back to 15 again.
Now I'm older but I still see the younger version staring back at me.
He had no clue where the road would bend.
But he believed it would never end.
15,
just a kid with a fire.
15, heart was running higher.
Every memory I hold it within.
Forever dreaming of 15 again.
15,
forever 15.