1975

It was Indian summer of seventy-five Hanging by a thread, just barely alive Heavy foot on the pedal and the sun in my eyes Dreams in my pocket, chasing red fire skies Radio screaming our teenage rage Burning through life like we owned the stage We were wild, we were reckless, didn’t care if we’d fail Had nothing to lose, had the world by the tail Hearts on fire, no plans to survive Just living that summer of nineteen seventy-five We fought with our fathers, we lied to our moms Snuck out at midnight to the sound of old songs Ashtray halos, denim and pain The world felt cruel, so we danced in the rain Kisses that burned, and friends that we’d lose Every scar we earned was a battle we’d choose We were wild, we were reckless, didn’t care if we’d fail Had nothing to lose, had the world by the tail Hearts on fire, no plans to survive Just living that summer of nineteen seventy-five Now the years rolled on like a runaway train But I still feel the thunder, I still taste the rain Every time I hear that old song play I’m seventeen and flying away We were wild, we were reckless, and we’re still alive Still chasing that feeling, that fire inside Can’t forget the way it felt to drive In the heat of that summer of seventy-five In the heat of that summer of seventy-five In the heat of that summer of seventy-five