At every step, son, I see your car At the jukebox in Mickey's bar
And then you're gone like a shooting star But I don't even know who you are
No one else here seems to know Where you stay or where you'd go
But I see you in every front row Yes, that's the trouble with a small town
I don't wanna crawl in deja vu
I don't wanna crawl in deja vu
I don't wanna crawl in deja vu
But my mind keeps on coming back to you
In the same summer dress on a Saturday night
Dancing like that in the neon light
Eyes lit up like an exon sign
Mouthing every word of strawberry wine
And the feeling was the same
When you catch my eye
When you were here and you were mine
Your small town girl standing in the neon light
I don't wanna crawl in deja vu
But my mind keeps on coming back to you
In the same summer dress on a Saturday night
Dancing like that in the neon light
I hear the chains, the smell, the scorn
Of your gin and more slangs
And I'm hugin' you
I surely gotta have you
through the walls of any bar I'm drinkin' at
Oh, I don't wanna crawl in deja vu
But my mind keeps on coming back to you
Oh, I don't want the cold we days to do
But my mind keeps on coming back to you
The same summer dress on a Saturday night
Dancing like that in a neon light
A slow time ghost in a neon light