Jimmy and me on rusted bikes, chasing down July, Trading comic-book dreams, sure the world was ours to try. Late-night lawns and fireflies, sneakers full of mud— Every laugh we left behind still flickers in the flood. Summer fades, but a heartbeat stays— Listen close, you’ll hear it play. We keep them etched on our hearts, Every moment, every spark. Years roll by, but they ride with who we are. Sing it loud, sing it true— All the love that carries you Lights the way when nights get dark, Etched on our hearts. Whoa-oh, whoa-oh—etched on our hearts. Corner booth, two cups of joe, jukebox humming Ring of Fire, Her laugh hit like summer rain, lit every buried wire. Burned hot, burned fast—ashes drifting through the night, Yet that melody still finds me in the neon Friday light. Summer fades, but a heartbeat stays— Listen close, you’ll hear it play. We keep them etched on our hearts, Every moment, every spark. Years roll by, but they ride with who we are. Sing it loud, sing it true— All the love that carries you Lights the way when nights get dark, Etched on our hearts. Whoa-oh, whoa-oh—etched on our hearts. Dad’s old coat behind the door sways when the screen snaps shut, Mama hums her kettle song, keeps our memories warm as cut. Now my kids lace brand-new shoes, racing toward their dawn— I tuck a note of daylight deep for when they’re grown and gone. Summer fades, but a heartbeat stays— Listen close, you’ll hear it play. We keep them etched on our hearts, Every moment, every spark. Years roll by, but they ride with who we are. Sing it loud, sing it true— All the love that carries you Lights the way when nights get dark, Etched on our hearts. Whoa-oh, whoa-oh—etched on our hearts. Strangers waving down the way, lovers passing through, Every handshake, every tear leaves a quiet tattoo. Stitch those moments into gold, lift them when you sing— The story isn’t finished till the whole town starts to ring. We keep them etched on our hearts, Every moment, every spark. Doors swing shut, but the rooms keep holding us. Turn it up and ride the breeze— We’re the song the future needs. Even time can’t dim the marks Etched on our hearts. Whoa-oh, whoa-oh—etched on our hearts…
