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