At every step, son, I see your car At the jukebox in Mickey's barAnd then you're gone like a shooting star But I don't even know who you areNo one else here seems to know Where you stay or where you'd goBut I see you in every front row Yes, that's the trouble with a small townI don't wanna crawl in deja vuI don't wanna crawl in deja vuI don't wanna crawl in deja vuBut my mind keeps on coming back to youIn the same summer dress on a Saturday nightDancing like that in the neon lightEyes lit up like an exon signMouthing every word of strawberry wineAnd the feeling was the sameWhen you catch my eyeWhen you were here and you were mineYour small town girl standing in the neon lightI don't wanna crawl in deja vuBut my mind keeps on coming back to youIn the same summer dress on a Saturday nightDancing like that in the neon lightI hear the chains, the smell, the scornOf your gin and more slangsAnd I'm hugin' youI surely gotta have youthrough the walls of any bar I'm drinkin' atOh, I don't wanna crawl in deja vuBut my mind keeps on coming back to youOh, I don't want the cold we days to doBut my mind keeps on coming back to youThe same summer dress on a Saturday nightDancing like that in a neon lightA slow time ghost in a neon light