To this day when I hear that song I see you standing there on that lawn Discount shades, store-bought tan Flip-flops and cut-off jeans Somewhere between that set and the sun I'm on fire, I'm 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 And took the long way to your house I can still hear the sound Of you saying, don't go When I think about you I think about seventeen 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 I bumped into you by happenstance You probably wouldn't even know who I am But if I whispered your name I bet I'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 mama thought About 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 hep on in a USA You relive those glory days so long ago When you think about me Do you think about seventeen? 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 Oh, Springsteen Oh, Springsteen Oh, Springsteen