Summer of 89

One, two, three

Woah-ohh-woah-woah

Woah-ohh-woah-woah

Woah-ohh-woah-woah

Woah-ohh-woah-woah

Changing strings, banging on things

A couple of girls from the school

Would listen to KISS

With rockets of fizz

Acting like Saturday's fools

Learned how to smoke, told dirty jokes

Talked about loose girls from Rome

I made out with most of them

So I raise a toast to them, especially now that I'm old

And they're 45 with husbands that don't like their wives

3 or 4 kids, make enough to survive

In their paper mill jobs, while their teen heartthrobs

Are out playing in bands or they're dead

Can I go back to when I was the winner

Way before the rain came and washed away the sinners

Everyone was something and nothing was done right or wrong

Oh-woah-oh

Woah-ohh-woah-woah

Ohh-woah-woah

Woah-ohh-woah-woah

Ohh-woah-woah

Smothering the cover of a '69 Summer

Played through a speaker of fuzz

Nobody knew Bryan Adams wasn't cool

The TV just told me he was

Always heard the sound, get me out of this town

Resonated clear in my head

Chuck ran away with our gear and the drugs

You know, I'm pretty sure that he's dead

Or he's 46 and alone, cast the heaviest stone

Suburban cover band playing "Bad to the Bone"

In a bath tub of meth, you can smell your own death

You know when you can't look your past in the eye

Can I just go back to when I was the winner

Way before the rain came and washed away the sinners

Everyone was something and I could never do any wrong

Oh-woah-oh

Woah-ohh-woah-woah

Woah-ohh-woah-woah

Woah-ohh-woah-woah

Woah-ohh-woah-woah

Went back to the woods, where I hid all my goods

In a rusted out Cadillac door

We all get nostalgic and fall for the hat trick

Of thinking it'll be like before

Like the football jocks trying to please their pops

And the stoners aping everything their bad uncles taught

And the teachers who cared more than I ever knew

And knew I played clubs, and let me sleep through school

And my day job boss who wrote it up as a loss

But let me leave when I wanted, and I never got caught

Sleeping out on the field, in the back of my truck

Breaking into the bars, steal the beer and getting fucked

By a girl twice my age, making minimum wage

But her tan lines were good and she had a good face

Is this what I've become? Is this all I've become?

When do I become?

When do I become?

When do I become?

When do I become?

When do I become?

When do I become?

When do I become?

When do I become?

When do I become?

When do I become?

When do I become?

When do I become?

Wanna go back to when I was the winner

Way before the rain came and washed away the sinners

Everyone was someone and I could never do any wrong

Oh-woah-oh

Woah-ohh-woah-woah

Woah-ohh-woah-woah

Woah-ohh-woah-woah

Woah-ohh-woah-woah

Sorry I keep fuckin' that-

I don't know the link, I just keep fuckin' it up

That was longer than it-

That one was a little longer

-Gonna be, but we can always cut a bar out

It was cool though

Yeah

Let's go listen to that

Far out!