Sixteen and flying down a backroad Radio cranking makes the pedal go down Blame it on the radio, blame it on the stereo Blame it on the things we were too young to know. Blame it on your summer glow, blame it on the love you show Blame it on the things that make you go… Woah. Top down dying...

I see you standing over there. You’re all made up from head to toe. From the way you walked yourself in here It’s clear you’re all about the show. You’re looking good, but you should know that I ain’t fooled And understand I’ll play that song, but not for you. I play guitar for the girl who...

You and me, at 17. All dressed up in a dusty picture frame Oh, you and I, that blue dress and a borrowed tie, waiting on the rest of our lives Damned if I know, where we were that day You’ve changed your hair since that picture was made But your blue eyes, still shine, for me like when we...