Summer Of 89

Summer of 89 Changing strings,And banging on thingsA couple of girls from the schoolWould listen to KISS(With rockets for fists)Acting like saturdays foolLearned how to smoke,Told dirty jokesTalked about loose girls from RomeI made out with most of themSo I raised a toast to themEspecially now that I'm (old)And they're 45 with husbands who don't like their wives3 or 4 kids, make enough to surviveIn their paper mill jobsWhile their teen heartthrobsAre playing in bandsOr they're deadCan I go back to whenI was the winnerWay before the rain cameAnd washed away the sinnersEveryone was something andNothing was done right or wrongSmothering the cover of a '69 summerPlayed through a speaker of fuzzNobody knew bryan adams wasn't coolThe TV just told me he wasAlways heard the sound get me out of this townResonating clear on my headChuck ran away with our gear and the drugsI'm pretty sure that he's deadOr he's 46 and alone,Cast the heaviest stone,Suburban cover band playing bad to the boneIn a bath tub of methYou can smell your own deathyou know when you can't look the past in the eyeCan I just go back to whenI was the winnerWay before the rain cameAnd washed away the sinnersEveryone was something(And I could never do any wrong)Went back to the woodsWhere I hid all my goodsIn a rusted out cadillac doorwe all get nostalgicAnd fall for the hat trickOf thinking it'll be like beforeLike the football jocksTrying to please their popsAnd the stoners aping everything their bad uncles taughtAnd the teachers who caredMore than I ever knew,And knew I played clubsLet me sleep through schoolAnd my day job bossWho wrote it up as a lossBut let me leave when i wanted and I never got caughtSleeping out on the fieldIn the back of my truckBreaking into the barsSteal the beer and getting fuckedBy a girl twice my age, making minimum wageBut the tan lines were goodAnd she had a good faceIs this what I've becomeIs this all I've becomeWhen do I become,I want to go back to whenI was the winnerWay before the rain cameAnd washed away the sinnersEveryone was someone andAnd I could never do any wrong