Summer Of '75

In the lamp light on Locust Street, with the party far

behind

No sound but the beat of her heart and mine

The smell of her hair was my first breath, and her lips

were my first

kiss

And my first step was a headlong dive

I couldn't keep myself from falling, so she taught me

to fly

And I was born in the summer of '75

In the morning light she wore my coat, and all I wanted

to know

Was she trembling from the feeling or the cold

As the sleepy small town came to life, I saw the answer

in her eyes

And knew I'd always have her hand to hold

Now somethings don't need saying, you just feel 'em

deep inside

The way I felt in the summer of '75

Now all that seems like yesterday, how the time slips

away

The blinding speed will leave you feeling cold

So when I feel the hands of time tugging at this life

of mine

I reach for the warmest thing to hold

A light still shines on Locust Street, somewhere back

in time

And I wake up to the beat of her heart and mine

And I reach out and touch her hair, just to know that

she's still there

And the dream I had is still by my side

I might not make church on Sunday, but I thank the Lord

each night

That I was born in the summer of '75

Yeah, I was born in the summer of '75