Dean Friscic Songs II
The six o'clock alarm goes off.
I put my feet on the floor.
I shower, dress, feed myself,
and stumble out the door.
I drive to work the same old way
-same old traffic light turns red.
But today some girl pulls up next to me
and wakes me from the dead.
CHORUS: Can't stop the mem'ries -
for awhile I'm seventeen.
Thinking of what might've been
until the light turns green.
She's checkin' out her mirror
to fix her hair just so.
I knew a girl just like her once
nearly twenty years ago.
We just got out of high school
- didn't know what we were gonna do.
But the way I felt made me sure
there was nothing we couldn't get through.
CHORUS: Can't stop the mem'ries
for awhile I'm seventeen.
Thinking of what might've been
until the light turns green.
modulate
Long afternoons by Connor's Lake
-dinners at the Sundown Grill.
Then she left one August day
and I'm not over her still.
Now all of it keeps playing
- playing out in my brain.
And I hope this girl who's next to me
will somehow call my name.
CHORUS: Can't stop the mem'ries
for awhile I'm seventeen.
Thinking of what might've been
until the light turns green.
Thinking of what might've been
until the light turns green.
I put my feet on the floor.
I shower, dress, feed myself,
and stumble out the door.
I drive to work the same old way
-same old traffic light turns red.
But today some girl pulls up next to me
and wakes me from the dead.
CHORUS: Can't stop the mem'ries -
for awhile I'm seventeen.
Thinking of what might've been
until the light turns green.
She's checkin' out her mirror
to fix her hair just so.
I knew a girl just like her once
nearly twenty years ago.
We just got out of high school
- didn't know what we were gonna do.
But the way I felt made me sure
there was nothing we couldn't get through.
CHORUS: Can't stop the mem'ries
for awhile I'm seventeen.
Thinking of what might've been
until the light turns green.
modulate
Long afternoons by Connor's Lake
-dinners at the Sundown Grill.
Then she left one August day
and I'm not over her still.
Now all of it keeps playing
- playing out in my brain.
And I hope this girl who's next to me
will somehow call my name.
CHORUS: Can't stop the mem'ries
for awhile I'm seventeen.
Thinking of what might've been
until the light turns green.
Thinking of what might've been
until the light turns green.
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