The screen door slams a familiar sound
Your truck is kicking up the dust all around
We stole the keys to your daddy's old boat
That summer taste still stuck in my throat
And I remember how the moonlight hit your face
We drew our initials in that hidden place
You said this summer would never end
But even diamonds crack my friend
And it was August rain coming down so sweet
Dancing on the tin roof washing the street
We were seventeen and invincible
But some stories aren't meant to be tangible
Now all that's left is the scent of the pine
And the memory of your hand in mine
Found your old flannel in the back of my drawer
Still smells like smoke and the lake we'd explore
That last Friday night at the county fair
You won me that teddy bear with the mismatched stare
And I remember how the fireworks exploded
The promises we made soon they eroded
You said we'd write our own fairy tale
But summer love is destined to fail
And it was August rain coming down so sweet
Dancing on the tin roof washing the street
We were seventeen and invincible
But some stories aren't meant to be tangible
Now all that's left is the scent of the pine
And the memory of your hand in mine
Sometimes I drive past your street
See the new girl planting flowers neat
And I wonder if she knows the stories I hold
About the boy who was too brave to be old
The maple tree where we carved our names
Still stands there playing the same games
Oh that August rain coming down so sweet
Dancing on the tin roof washing the street
We were seventeen and invincible
But some stories aren't meant to be tangible
Now all that's left is the scent of the pine
And the ghost of your hand in mine
The screen door slams
August rain
Seventeen
