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 ‘til they forced us out We took the long way to your house And I can still hear the sound Of you saying don’t go When I think about you I think about 17 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