Woke up to greeting cards from people I don't know
Woke up to pull above below these wooden floors
This kind of thing, it can't be told
This kind of thing, it won't be done
I don't own the interstate
Wishing I had learnt to fly
She's my Canadian girl
On the fifth day of July
This kind of thing, it can't be told
This kind of thing, it won't be done
And she said time and time again
I wouldn't be alive
If it wasn't for the summer of 1975
It'll never be
It'll never be the same
And everyone gets a moment when
It'll never be the same again
Someday I'll write down
If it's okay, I won't change the names
I don't know how the story ends
But it began this way
This kind of thing, it can't be told
This kind of thing, it won't be done
And she said time and time again
I wouldn't be alive
If it wasn't for the summer of 1975
It'll never be
It'll never be the same
And everyone gets a moment when
It'll never be the same again
This kind of love, it can't be told
This kind of love, it won't be done
It'll never be
It'll never be the same
It'll never be the same again
It'll never be
It'll never be the same
And everyone gets a moment when
It'll never be the same again
And she said time and time again
I wouldn't be alive
If it wasn't for the summer of 1975