The needle spins, the record sighs
A saxophone whispers, the melody flies
Laughter echoes from a bygone day
Teenage hearts in a reckless ballet
The rhythm sways, it pulls me near
A waltz with the past, so crystal clear
Oh, the music's my time machine
Spinning me back to where I've been
In the glow of a jukebox sheen
Reliving dreams at seventeen
The clarinet croons like an old best friend
Moments replay where summers blend
Skating rinks and soda shops
Where the world was ours, and time would stop
Horn sections rise, the memories stream
Each note a portal, a shimmering beam
Was it the music, or was it me
That danced so freely, wild and free?
Oh, the music's my time machine
Spinning me back to where I've been
A saxophone cries, a tambourine
Bringing me back to seventeen
