Summer Of '89

1, 2, 3...Whoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoaChanging stringsBanging on thingsA couple of girls from the schoolWould listen to KISSWith rockets for fistsActing like Saturdays foolsLearned how to smokeTold dirty jokesTalked about loose girls from RomeI made out with most of themSo I raised a toast to themEspecially now that I'm oldAnd 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 sinners?Everyone was something andNothing was done right or wrongOh, oh, ohWhoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoaSmothering 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 soundGet me out of this townResonating clear in my headChuck ran away with our gear and the drugsYa know I'm pretty sure that he's deadOr he's 46 and aloneCast the heaviest stoneSuburban cover band playing bad to the boneIn a bath tub of methYou can smell your own deathYou know when you can't look your past in the eyeCan I just go back to whenI was the winnerWay before the rain cameAnd washed away the sinners?Everyone was somethingAnd I could never do any wrongOh, oh, ohWhoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoaWent 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 knewThey 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 barsStealing 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 become?Is this all I've become?When do I become...?I wanna go back to whenI was the winnerWay before the rain cameAnd washed away the sinnersEveryone was someone andAnd I could never do any wrongOh, oh, ohWhoa, oh, ho, oh-oh, whoa