It was late July and we were up all night.
You had your tongue down my throat but I guess I wasn't your type.
All it took was a couple stupid fights.
Forget the fireworks, forget the summer nights.
Sometimes I have this dream about you,
it's summer time and we're in our late teens.
I jump out the passenger side of your old car
and things are not so great.
You know I tried to change your mind.
You know I tried but you made up your mind.
And even though, a few years have passed I want you to know
if you were to ever come back around, I'd follow you again.
Down country roads, passed covered bridges we just drove!
