Nine Days: 17 and 33

I can remember getting out neverBack in my high school acting like damn foolSolid as woods under my feetA farther stretching past the concreteAnd I would accomplish more than I thought soJump in the backseat of a camaroI could let go all that I canShe would make me into a manBack in the country I was oh so young but much too old back thenFor leaving cap le moineOn top of bale's of hay waiting for grandma's partywe laughed and sang songs in the windDo you remember in SeptemberI was 17 she was 33Oh, where has my life goneSince she was naked we were wastedIn my many dreams since then it seems funnyI only get younger with each every summerBut more of a manI feel that I am, amDust off the radio down behind the backstopKids with the top down drinkin in the back lotLazy nights on through July heatPretty good we got the cops beatJammin in the garage pluggin in guitarsWearing Kiss makeup turning that shit upDig my roots from the earth of this townI get my chance in the world to get outBack in the country I was oh so young but much too old back thenFor leaving cap le moineOn top of bale's of hay waiting for grandma's party we laughedAnd sang songs in the windDo you remember in SeptemberI was 17 she was 33Oh, where has my life goneSince she was naked we were wastedIn my many dreams since then it seems funnyI only get younger with each every summerBut more of a manI feel that I am, amA smile of a child is all (that) I wasWith freedom and wide open eyesThose memories are not forgottenI've gotta get back to my heartDo you remember in SeptemberDown on my knees falling autumn leavesOh, she turned down my offerThen I went crazy but I made it in a concert sceneThrough a Springsteen lyricI'll only grow older if I keep looking overMy shoulder and then I know who I amDo you remember 17 and 33Do you remember concert tees and record sleevesDo you remember 17 and 33Oh, I only get youngerWith each every summerJust stuck in my heart