Springsteen (Live At Greensboro Coliseum Complex, Greensboro, NC / May 20, 2017)

To this day when I hear that song I see you standin' there all night long 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 And we're, we're just getting started I was singin' to you, you were singin' to me I was so alive, never been more free Fired up my daddy's lighter and we sang, oh Stayed there 'til they forced us out And took the long way to your house I can still hear the sound of you sayin' 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 the 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 there'd still be a spark Back when I was gasoline And this old tattoo had brand new ink And we didn't care what your mom would think 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 hear 'Born in the 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 Whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh Funny how a melody sounds like a memory Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night Springsteen Springsteen Whoa Springsteen Whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh